July 8, 2011

Spring

The shovel digging your grave
raises callus after callus, 
its steel point shines 
from the dirt 
you will call home, 
its shaft now stronger 
from the repeated heft, 
finally used to the endless load.  
Through wet and heat, 
each and every season,
the deceased keep coming,
new plots await its attention, 
eager for seeding, 
letting the earth bring forth.


6/2011