I saw a fig tree covered with Rag offerings, calico cloth Hearing as a boy That the bloodroot’s juice was the dead man’s blood Black cedar’s fruit lapis-lazuli World egg sits on a branch of the tree Sword is thrust deep in the beam I saw a fig tree covered with Rag offerings, calico cloth Hearing as a boy that Christ sits top of the Jesse Tree Child was born out of the peach Branch when cut complains and bleeds The dead speak through the leaves