slope looking west

[fledgist]

the humble task of mixing shit in soil

is one you don't forget nor yet how weak

the body turns and this duty is meek

you have been told this is no complex broil

requiring thought one day the seeds uncoil

out of the earth since it is light they seek

but now you have to work and not to speak

service to hunger means that you must toil

what has been spent is more than simple light

emerging from the heart but soon betrayed

into declaring more than it could bear

rather the product of some final fight

that you got into when you were afraid

how much would hang on just a single tear