Unearthed –

Rock upon rock, clods of soil in our Hands, grass

thrown Aside under Summer’s heat

we crawl about

on all Fours soliciting Warmth

from the flat stones

laid between sticks and leaves; We

have bolted

across this lawn in Search

of our Childhood the ritual Howling

of a quiet life

subsumed in Idleness and an Urge

toward body

upon body lining up to Await

our Orders

from Above – Molten earth flows

in our jaw seeping

into our Skulls

to reveal a Surefooted knowledge

of close

Communion; with Spades,

hoes, and scythes

we beat back labored breathing

to arrive

at a Sudden thrust of being a

circumcision

of Spirit uncovered

with worms, beetles, and millipedes tracking

small rivers

in the soil these gnawing Circumstances

which Call

to mind a happy day

when she Smiled upon us in

her

sure Profusion --