A Poem Again

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Mons

In the earth it feels warm.
It is dark like the heavy blankets we use in winter.

When the ugly realization comes
That we are underground,
But not dead,
We crack.

Dig if you can.
Dig quickly and fearlessly.
You will remain in the earth.

And all of these things we cannot change.

for AV