Pages

Friday, December 5, 2014

Day 21: Soil



The bell tolls
The earth's epidermis is picked loose
Like a mite removes outlived skin cells
Scaly around the newly opened pore
And plants new life down inside
To arise at the appointed hour

The silence haunts
Soundless ears are full of busy earwigs
Earthworms are returning dust to the earth
A handful of that original lump of clay
And plants push from freshly turned soil
In the daisy-chain of life

The trumpet sounds
The earth springs up toward Heaven
One reassembled shovelful at a time
Flung to the sky with a cry of an army
And the good soil bears fruit an hundredfold
To lie fallow forevermore

No comments:

Post a Comment