Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Beat Postcard #15: Compost

Gary Snyder, Japan 1963

All this new stuff goes on top
Turn it over, turn it over

You cut your hand climbing the rock
but laughed instead, figuring on

Wait and water down
From the dark bottom

It was too topical, you said.
Let's talk a thousand years
of opening, the ten thousand things blood means.

Turn it inside out
Let it spread through
Sift down even
Watch it sprout

What flowing is more ancient
Than this? The earth
has it down, pumping itself
through the cracks in my laughter
night after night. Realize

A mind like compost

and regurgitate,

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