Tyres reversing over this flat

not just merely dead

but really, most sincerely,

Many tyres, reversing

removing their tracks, and

thing,

dead.

over and over,

this flat

thing

becoming

a not­so­flat thing.

And this not­so­flat thing drawing

to the living thing it once was,

closer and closer

the living thing

it will be again.

So much so that

when the flat thing,

becoming not­so­flat thing,

becoming living thing, becomes,

apart, connections

the Earth grasps again.

parts un­fall

rejoin,

And then the living thing will wander once more,

through street, through grass, through field, through bush.

Will wonder:

What harsh mechanism ended me, flattened me out?

And then, what miraculous force

brought me back?