For Bone Black out of Trees

You want the tale
That gives you scenes
In hunks you know,
Set up just so

You can dream in
The midst of them
You’re in their midst—
You can go there.

Words that aren’t myths
Aren’t good at this—
We block the doors
To live-in worlds.

There’s no one here
To hate or root
For, just more words
Who root for more.