Seed

Within dawn of the gallows
he enters against behest,
by no trouble to topple
or cause to capsize,
from bound into brick
lay wait the seed,
the fetus of and in repose
impregnated by an ultraist
of the blanketed tomorrow,
hinging on a thrill of hunt
and encompassed by rings
the zealot makes chance
birth through attainment,
silently between sun and soot
a sanguine son of the earth
acquires back by force
that which does not belong.