“It’s hard to breathe there under that weight, in the stillness, in the dark” says Platosgroove.
The tumultuous container
Dive in to the powdery pieces of perfection
the worms have played there with beetles
and grubs and red legged spiders
not to forget the little ants who created
villages of great economy under the ground
The stillness is a fallacy of thought
by those from above. There is hustle
and bustle among the creatures within
the earth making black gold from
rotten husks and putrid peels mixed with
nitrogen rich grasses, leaves and clippings
of things you giants have cast off.
The dark place has molecules and microorganisms
lubricating the tumultuous raspy surfaces of debris
that are secreted while ingested and reconstituted
into beneficial compost waste through a process
of absorption and excretion contained by the solid
clay walls of the endless pit.