Disturbed lands Poem by Esther Kinsky

Disturbed lands so pointed and so sorrowful
a name marked by human violation
thrust into frail wildness
waste ground following devastation piles
of rubble dumped in a derelict
crumbling recess at the former entrance
surrounded by sorrel
nearby Good-King-Henry parsnip and pigweed
poor people's food for poor times and conducive to wild
dreams thriving on
heaps of debris this one too
demanding its own its heap for burying
this and that and out on top
the honest birthwort.