Destroying Angel will lure you in
With her grace and ghostly skin
Jack ‘o Lantern blushes golden
Hugs the hardwoods, and pretends
To be a tasty Chanterelle, oh
The buttery glow of her
ragged, ungilled diameter.
She lives not far from The Sickener whose head
spills ruby red on bone-white stem.
Down the trail you’ll stumble still
On a faux faerie ring of them: Death Caps, no —
Do not bring them home, tho’ their fruit
Is button-cute, they’ll kill. Don’t forget:
All the forest is still full
of Amanita loot.
From the famous Agaric speckled red
To Caesarea praised in Rome, good to eat
But dangerous if she hides her true
Self, so let us go
and gather a bolete, or two.