Working outside in the mud
Boots sticky, skin flecked, muscle flexing
Rain drips in silver threads
Down perspiring chin
Following the etch of veins
As I open a hole into the earth
Spade thrusting and cutting deep
Standing back from its gaping wound
Feeding its black flesh the
Quivering seedlings freshly sprouted
Filling that void with an arboreal hope
As fat worms thrash and flee
Retreating to the dark
With this gift
The dead and living are wed
Mineral bonds broken and re-forged
Nourishment taken from decay
A ritual of rebirth at the
Interface of soil
A sacrament
Cast from my hand
Taking root
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