Another poem on a theme similar to my first March posting.
Generally I would have edited this more for form before posting, but Finals are coming up and realistically that's not going to happen. So here it is.
The Cave 4/29/2012
It was autumn when they put me in a shallow grave
Two trowel twists and I was dead
The bitter sod made a sodden bitter bed
And the rest was unbearable cold save
The rest I found as I became acquainted
With the dim round pressure all
Around pressing around dim walls
And everything pressing around untainted
But breaking--spring's solar shafts brought
Shooting agony and shredded me too soon
My leafy neck broken by a bloom
Drinking warm and bright that I had long forgot.
John 12:24 "...unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."
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