I had an idea for a piece of video art [think I was on the train at the time] and this was the result - I'm no artist.

I think it loses momentum in the middle, could do with some clearing up?

A body,
Wrapped in ropes wrapped in the
seeds and burrs, the desperate dregs of a
distant summer

Strung twixt trees, just inches above
masses of dead leaves
still but seething with detritous life.
A funny contradiction.

The trees,
Wrenched and coiled and twisted with age.
Leaning to somewhere, reaching
for something they wanted, once.
The sun is gone.

Ivy was stealthy, crept round the roots
and trailed past a trunk...wondering...
then she got bored, shot up their bark
twirling her way through the gnarlings and gaps.

The hosts grew forlorn and surrendered.

Seems impossible; the work of
such delicate fingertips - two skeletons, stripped.
They gave up fighting along with the ghost.

And beneath the rags of these forgotten soldiers
flesh stirs, sleeping perhaps, but
they guard in vain.

'Tis the insects that creep and
eat up the deadening flesh
as it crawls twixt the ropes
that wrap it, wrapped in seeds,

and is greedily met
by other mouths to feed.