Indian Pipe

 

Monotropa uniflora

 

Parasite beneath

spruce gloom,

sown like

dragon’s teeth,

 

raising that brood

of pallid heads

like a hydra’s ghost

from boreal humus.

 

From a corpse of peat,

old worm castings,

rotted needles,

and mouldered leaves

 

protrudes

each stem,

splintered bone

of tibia or spine.

 

Each bloom arcs

and lifts,

delicate

as death’s rattle,

 

the ache

of cholera

shuddering

and pale.

 

Touched, it

blackens to soot;

plucked,

never revives.