Silver Shovel By R. Cary

Silver Shovel

R. Cary

Digging at my max capacity, fingernails born of grit

Bite after bite another piece of the earth removed

With exhaustion my fist become full again; no matter

The cause my ambition is to dig in the trenches I go

Deeper as grafted land segmenting each goal to gain

A process of something illusive; emobident to be shaken

From me constructing fortified dignity only for more

I incur wearing what I seek beneath the earth craving

It to split I pounce once more taking a breath forcing

This earth to break to my will; my lungs opening, the

Crack of the ground I see, a metaphor seen as myself

Reflects as I always delivered my tongue was bound

To silver of their mines weighted in the ancients delight

Here to speak my words in raved lashings; my body takes

Another breath, my lungs breathe in all the knowledge

They can another sight is told leaving behind false

Pretends serenity is seen built with a silver tongue,

My ego to bare but when all is stripped away as I have

Done to this earth truth wIll always inlay; from the dirt

We arose and only by the dirt will we be designed to

Live with this land with toil our cause never to be lost

Again as us humans are beginning to see is our story

Here to dig to a new way, have dug to a new humanity

To arise when unearthed we lift our hands while we

Take these reformed breaths; it is our shovels of silver

Uncovering the depths of our intentions all here to do

Our part, here to pick up our silver shovels and just dig

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Silver Shovel

By R. Cary