What we plant –

what we plant and when we plant it

seems to matter more and more

what we stake and what we hunger commit

to beauty; it is from lore

we take our cue to stand among the files

of soldiers waiting here for war

a sudden instance of unwanted bile

here at yearning’s steadfast core;

are you a victim, pained, and slow to start?

can you overcome this ravening earth?

when wheels grind out their purpose, part

worship, part terror, what will you rehearse?

i have seen you coming, seen you all

there but for the breaking of your fall