Mark R Slaughter
Manure - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
The rotting garden,
Bare across the winter months,
Sleeps alive –
Fortitude is rumbling ‘mongst Manure
Bringing in the farm –
Fecundity in faeces!
We talk about consistency of shit –
We dig it in –
We love it –
Gives the element of pride,
For we are green
And dreaming evermore
Of yet another bulging plot.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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