Dogs 2010

DIRT
(6/14/10)


I turn
the earth
both birth
and death
buried
beneath

I dig deep
with tired hands
bring them
to my face
and breathe

my nose
detects
basic elements
something missing
from the miasma
of mischance
swirling
about me
in society

I rub
the soil
on my skin
to make a mask
of reality
recognizable
to animals
insects
flowers
and trees

I walk
away
from the city
and ask the sun
to forgive
my sins