I want to watch my body nourish the Earth

A Poem by Anya Duncan

Observe the dirt

as it breaks me apart. De-

Compose the words

and memories which

slip

beneath the roots.

I want to taste the fruit

of my labour;

Smell the blossoms who

snatch the muscle from my hollow arms

so they can bloom.

I want to watch my body fuel everything new.

If only to prove it was worth something.