DIG

The spade pierces the silence with a shuddering blow
splitting the darkness and exposing her, deep russet.
The cadence and rhythm peels back layers,
scattered pieces of her everywhere.
leaving her open and vulnerable,
take his own rubbish and cover her over
like a blanket replacing her being and stillness
with unfamiliar shapes and shades that will remain,
take what is left of her thrown about with little attention,
toss it over his mountain of refuse
as if to hide the remnants of his ever being there,
In silence she accepts the offering
for she is the keeper.
But the day will come when she will move oceans
split open her darkness peeling back his layers
and silence will come to her.