We are earthworms. Soaking in the waking soul of March. I am a shovel, pounding down breaking through bodies and bones and homes.

It's just landscaping. Don't be so overdramatic. But all the same I am killing where you were killed.

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Thrashing between the machine and the iris. I heard you scream from beneath my bedroom window. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't know.

They came teeth and roar. Doberman and Greyhound running at you across my backyard.

You never did anything but kill a few hundred birds. I never did anything but stamp my shovel through the soft bodies of earthworms.

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I am reminded that 'human' comes from 'humus' which is Latin for soil. An earthworm can grow back its tail half grow it right on back. But not you and I; getting cut in half is it for us. But we learn that we're higher up cause we're more complex. But I am humbled, somehow I've been humbled.

Thrashing between the machine and the iris. I heard you scream from beneath my bedroom window. Out of heavy dream I flew down to hammer them away, just to pick you up in two. Thrashing between the machine and the iris. I heard you scream from beneath my bedroom window. Out of heavy dream I am waking, waking into the soil.

I have been humbled.