that if a codling, by caustic gust, fell
& upwelled such cholic unready in
the dogwood's throat (flexed to the
point of fracturing) it would goad
spring & fluid would start filling slowly
the lungs. leaves too would come out
of bud involute no more. what then
but the unlocalized slowness of exit,
the aggregate yield of disease,
blight en masse so slow
there is near no trace of it. 
how to recover from our own birth
but to gladden knowing our death
and its making room for other things