November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Day 4

prompt: "Just beneath ..."

Worm Food

Just beneath

this carpet

there is concrete

below that sand

laced with killing.

Claiming the land

silencing it.

Everywhere else

between the fences

the land speaks.

Just beneath

the vigorous growth

a guerilla army

assembles

claiming the land

breaking it.

The sheep-trodden clay

begins to breathe

easily, surrendering

to the perpetual

motion

of ants, earwigs,

beetles, spiders,

worms.

Just beneath

that knowledge

there is a hunger

no food can

satisfy.