Beat down, beat deep

below the root, there is work

to be done, there is dirt

to be drawn from this soil,

this stench, this space made

for more than just a trench.

Beat down, beat deep

under skin grown pale,

grown greedy under ale,

there is movement still

to be made, meaning to be

molded from all this matter

lately grown lazy, grown fatter.

There is more to be made

of the soil, of this soul

than simply burying

bodies within it.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly