Deep the humus words that seek essential sense
Your dark riches evade language
Lock in meaning with nutrients
Pierce the faded flesh of thought
Write hope on the taut wings of a moth
Stretch human longing over the bark of a tree
Reveal the fissures and burs of ancient knowing
A Knowing before knowledge
A being that we see with the heart
Tears track the violence of a face
I am mindful of the many stumps
Of the slashed at and burnt
We have not always worn a mask of greed
Veins that carry sap for healing
Reach to redeem what has been lost
Right relationship, some seamless way
Decay the siren call of life renewed
Underground though not forgotten
