From nuts and seeds,
To trees sand forests.
Tender earth sprouts,
To towering heights.
From roaring chains,
To dusted plains.
The fall of earth's giants
Into our loaded trucks.
From flatbeds of logs,
To pneumatic factory gas,
The mass craft of caskets
Stocking man's funeral parlors.
From the grips of pallbearers,
To lowering lifts leaving —
Delving down into that tender black earth,
Back to where life comes and goes again and again.
Nicholas Paradis
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