Bulbs

These corpulent corpuscles inseminate their mystery
Into an immensity of fertilizing sand, where rocks
On the verge of breaking yield
Their nutrients and nutriment, allowing them to burst

Still further in gluttonous, gyring scope, a breaking from nothing
Fiercer than the dawn-light when atomic combustion
Explodes over arid mesas whose cold-blooded peaks
Grow livid in the impress of his pounding, stellar

Heat; but these are the hungry ones, contained in the seeds
Of their own making, always sucking sharply at air,
Rooting themselves so deep you'd have to tear out

The heart to free them, free yourselves, and when they transform
The pearls of the sun's fulminations into ecstatic
Transgressions of fiery blossom, the rage of the world blooms.