Deep in our battery acid blood

I feel the shiver of hunting

My hands are cut by rough bark

And my feet feel swift and hard

Over rocks like water

Crouching and moving down

In to lakes to drink and bathe

Burry me there I that earth

Let me eat dirt and slip quietly out of shoes

All this new convention

So delicate

A dropped phone a cracked screen

On rocks, everything breaks

But I am built to be strong there

In that old earth

I have no leverage on this carpet

I fall like glass and break and all of my

Tiny parts scatter across the kitchen floor

Then hide under my refrigerator

I am more than these new parts

I am not shiny or silver or new

I am made of salt water

Completely submergible

Buoyant but heavy in my souls

Give me the sea and the dirt

And take out my batteries

I will operate anyway