Behind Our House

Behind our house
in shadow, we dig the earth

working old tools
blessed with secrecy and sweat.



I understand
 

the death
wish of divers
through air, how blood

burns to steam
and eyes
crack from sockets

as earth rushes
at sky with wild embrace

Steve Klepetar

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