The Digging Man

A walking man disturbs the flowers underfoot

Crushing the gentle beetles

The squirming worms

Carried to the heavens in a seagulls beak


The dull scraping sound of a spade

Digging up soil

Piercing the roots of the underground

Destroying their deep interconnected channels

Their links

He digs away

Until the hole is big enough

Wiping the sweat from his brow

He walks on home

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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