knees deep in holy work
grit under nails, sticky hands
every ounce of me
scoop, pile, every ounce of it
packed into cups and piled
my testament
proof of humanity
then, swept away
inevitability is salty and wet
and my sands of life
are gone too soon
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
knees deep in holy work
grit under nails, sticky hands
every ounce of me
scoop, pile, every ounce of it
packed into cups and piled
my testament
proof of humanity
then, swept away
inevitability is salty and wet
and my sands of life
are gone too soon
