The Exploratory Farmer

I rake the mud with fingers frozen
into fork, pull back to reveal
bone...
bone...
bone under the soil.

It is warm.
There is life here.
It says 'help!'
'Can anyone hear me?'
'Why am I so disconnected?'
'What is wrong with me?'

I rake the mud with fingers frozen
into fork, pull back to reveal
bone...
bone...
bone under the soil.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.