Compost

.
wonderstuff of earthy declination
that’ll grow my beets, beans and other rations

browner than the mere idea: 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 add to my garden till my body’s dragging

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

by Jim Culleny
6/1/13

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