Oct 2020
I sought the earth
With trembling hands
Raking
My fingers
Against black soil
Deeper and deeper
I dug with
Urgency
Aching and rusty
I turn over
Rock and bone
With trembling hands
Raking
My fingers
Against black soil
Deeper and deeper
I dug with
Urgency
Aching and rusty
I turn over
Rock and bone
(31/Canada)
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