Cutting Earth
Take a spade
and cut a sod one spit square,
Lift that
clod of earth, then identify
Precisely
where the roots of the nation lie,
Has a border
line been drawn clearly there,
Showing
where one soil ends and the rest starts?
Judge just
how heavy it is and appraise
Yourself as
to how many lives it weighs,
Estimate the
number of broken hearts
Required to
thoroughly saturate it
With the
blood of martyrs, or supposed foe,
Or simple
patriots who think they know
Their
national story. When they relate it
Though, they
find the fiction reveals that earth’s
Everyone’s,
everywhere, of equal worth.
D. A.
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