May

Although the rot had risen, emerald green, and foam from ditch,
They met among the smog clouds, smiling, wide-eyed, never solemn
For their union went unnoticed, by jealous phantom, ghoul, or lich,
So they raced across the dirt, jagged - in a pattern slalom
Bridges to worlds unseen had loosened up by winch,
And they planned their new existence down to the row and column
To take what's left, and in the hole wrapped their coitus like a cinch,
Efface the wrong, they always said, and improve it in a pinch