holes and hills

October 16, 2007 at 01:11 AM · Posted under · Tagged with poem, revised

it is very easy to carry a shovel
in to the yard and to break ground.
the pick and dig of green velour
breaks crisply under the sharpness
of even the dullest blades.
but for the piling on of that earth, dies as it
mounds round like some gradual pompeii
before the screams and witless scrambles
that fell back to earth from such high places.

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