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Life ground down, reborn
The last breath escapes. Flesh goes up in smoke; bones are ground down. Scattered ash under yew tree is covered with fallen leaves. Bones deeper down, still whole, are entangled with roots. A headstone points to the sky. This grave acre where spire’s shadow falls is teeming with life. Worms work; birds perch to peck … Read more
Who on earth am I?
Breath. Oxygen in. Carbon dioxide out. Chlorophyll captures the sun. Rice grows in faraway hills. People harvest it, thresh it, sell. Wind drives a turbine; wires carry energy. Water piped here from Wales boils spinach and rice. Food enters the tube my body is built around. … Read more