Before long I am deep in the earth
in a chamber with all of you.
We fell fast, then through wet ground
as droplets cast down from clouds beating out
their Sunday best after a week’s drought.
We must have been high
to have fallen this far
bent like badly-placed pegs funked off of dormant rocks.
The water table t ips and to ts
to the whims of four great roots
each pinching its corner,
playing the blues,
and modifying the very physics of our world.
About the author
Ben Armstrong is based in the Black Country, UK. He is an alumnus of David Morley’s Warwick Writing Programme and has been featured in a variety of online journals and zines. His first collection, Perennial, was published by Knives, Forks and Spoons Press in 2019.