It started in the tips. They ever so slowly started to open, crackle with fine fractures
that grew like lines forming in baked earth.
Then his hands started to hatch:
branches burst forth.
They were very black and covered in silvery fluid like the sac
that protects the pod of a new born kitten.
There may have come a rending in his chest as it split open and further foliage –for the growth that was his hands had already advanced into the final stages
of high summer – unfolded and grew like a sped up film of a seed germinating,
streaking tendrils towards the crust of the soil where the green grass grows.