The house cracked from the inside.
It plaited and meandered in waves.
The tree and the house grew into one.
The bark entered the house,
inmates of shrines of cicadas.
A medieval tower with a clock
blasted vertically,
with no slant
on its knees,
and the clock
swooped like an owl,
grabbed all the hours &
disappeared.
Change the stone to bread.
Give back the salt
and let olives be relics.