The dirt is doing it’s perfect work The beetles are eating the worms are eating The larvae are eating the rinds and cores and spores are eating The microbes are tiny resurrection engines The cells whisper carbon calcium song Husks unravel unmake themselves Skin sighs open work unseen Bones soften to - yes dark and holy feast The earth is folding itself back together This is phosphorus nitrogen hymn Soil is chewing without asking Decay - the only true devotion We are in attendance of creeping banquet We all go under and come back different Something is always happening
are you into symbolism? i want you to watch this 7 minute long, award-winning short and tell me if you recognize what is going on in the video... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65xLByzT1l0
I don't know about you guys, but this poem has made me hungry.
everything’s eating !!
Gorgeous 🥀
It feels like a haiku but longer.
nice i love that ! thanks so much for reading !!!
are you into symbolism? i want you to watch this 7 minute long, award-winning short and tell me if you recognize what is going on in the video... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65xLByzT1l0
there's a lot of trash on this platform. you're one of the people i look forward to seeing post something new.
wow. so much energy, so much motion in a poem about dirt. incredible
cole !!! thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️