under foot
fertilizer whispers of fallen leaves
     not blackened or auburned
       by sweat or toil

light rests buried under compact soil
     silent and dense
     cold and unstirred
                                       forecasting autumn

waking dreams are ground into dust
and tossed to stoic winds

pillars stand unmoved by clocks
          tradition and duty
          tradition and duty
          tradition and duty
                           swing hands in unceasing circles
do not let your light be fodder

  under foot
fertilizer whispers of fallen leaves
     as stars stare holes into your black