by Peter Erich

Went digging and 
ran into pretty much all 
the secret letters 
ever dreamed up 

Found them broken in 
black loam
sharp halves of 
stubbled ink in the mud 
air pockets in tar-pits 

Went digging and 
learned the earth was the gold 

Pass this on to the next generation 
there is enough love for you too 

Each last breath cures the land