Anchor Deep

We sat under the tree, a wall of silence wedged between us,
roots knotted in anger, the branches rasping breath of pain.
On such a day curl up till your muscles hurt and joints creak,
let the sand fill the holes of your mouth and nostrils,
shrivel like a seed, hear the earth breathing, wind singing.
Worms turn the soil, toss you like an empty hollow shell;
stirrings of life grate against the wall, gasp into existence.  

(Day 19: ‘Hole poem’ for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge)


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