Depend on dirt and grime
To make a living
The dirt always obliges
But from where does the dust settle in
As if permanent unstoppable
We dig up old cities
To see what’s left
As if we could piece together lives
Vaguely our own
A young girl’s tooth
A man’s marble finger
Things we threw away or lost
Or got broken off in the dirt
We come back to ponder
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