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.