THE BURIED - STEWART JAMES

The Buried

By Stewart James

ῥιζοῦσθαι1 the snag avows in winter, bare neath the limelight, withdraws and germinates into the vast Plutonian clay: weaving, folding, waiting.

As blind machines sink into the bowels of convictions— feasting to excrete, wresting the breath that sprouts and rotting gardens to come— see the buried, digesting earth into humus for the next age: they who know not yet what they are.

1 rhizousthai: “take root” in Ancient Greek and among the earliest origins of the English rhizome