Doreen Gildroy

Dung Beetle - Poem by Doreen Gildroy

Be kind to me, a mess. I represent
persistence--in the
dirty thing;
things larger than me
I do not fear.

Whatever you think, or like--
I live. Oh,

Pushing up the hill--
rolling around.
I feel myself at work.

You are larger than I think,
and that is very comforting to me.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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