I work with the dust and dirt
until the 'I' is barely seen
Churn her and pacify her,
separate her from roots
topsoil protecting green
barrel high the shoots
Soft coup the Queen
lay it all out for light
to be seen

Halfway caste make haste
Integrate animal living waste
and ghostly ash waves
laid blended trees clear
vision so timely and
healing that seeds and saplings
sewn
that green and shadow
is all the 'I' ever might have
known
And be satisfactory to the point
of purpose.