In the Shower

Black water runs down

From dirty ears I scrub,

Scum from a soul dragged through the dirt.

I feel a pain in my breast

Not one from running too far

Or unbalanced health,

One of a neglect of understanding

Or the importance of knowing what it was.

If emotion is the blood flow of my heart

Then you have tried to halt it,

Not wanting to hear

About complications on the ground

Trying to keep clean, uncalloused hands

From manure that has blown

Into our faces the more we shovel.

To the soil we will burry the shit

Of your ignorance, to be transformed

Into life-giving incentives, to hold

Water with which a seed can grow

Or by which I can be cleaned again.