In the autumn you go mushrooming
amid the buried bones of spring
Overgrown now with decay
a moldering extant array
of life
From death

You take a closer look

Galerina marginata shape a skullcap
scapula
Amanita muscaria glid the tibia and
fibula
Conocybe filaris frost the femurs and
phalanges
Cortinarius rubellus caps the rib heads and
thorasics
Podostroma cornu-damae claim the corneas and
retinas
The scarlet stalks that stare as you walk
closer

Until you are within
Reach

A leaf brushes your face
and as it falls
You take a step back

Back

You leave these mushrooms here
The bones will be gone by next year