Like earthworms,
like the carcasses of all animals,
we darken the soil,
enrich it.
In their turn,
our children will rise,
live in the sun
till they, too, revert to humus.
Our gift to them,
to those coming ‒ grandchildren,
great grandchildren:
a poisoned, decaying earth
and, as a tree nourishes its fruit,
this earth must feed its children
all that has collected around roots,
all that is unseen in water.
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