Compost

.
this wonderstuff of natural declination
that’ll grow my beets & beans and other rations

browner than the mere idea: good earth
archetypical as sacrifice and virgin birth

more promising than the phantom wealth of nations
more essential than human beings of  highest stations

shoveling this wonderstuff into my wagon
sifting it through hardware cloth

screening stems & stones until it’s light and soft
to turn into my garden till my body’s dragging

to reap its harvest then until my light turns off
to lift a harvest to a sun that causes without ever bragging
.

by Jim Culleny
6/1/13

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