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