the scratching on the skin
some hungry searching hen
kicking up dust
to the disgust
of those around
laying on the ground
they wonder why
just can't let it lie
but it's when you dig deep
now that's something worth to keep
don't want to just eat worms
need something more than those squirms
something to feed the soul
that's why you dig the hole
that's why you pierce the earth
working from death to birth
to reach
to beseech
to anger the gods' wrath
asking for a blood bath
wrapped up in this life's words
just to scatter in a flock of birds
in your desire and lust
just to be something more than dust
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