mindful of that which grows and blooms

Dig the earth for gold, for silver.

Dig the earth for oil. Until your fingers bleed.

Until the people bleed, eaten by cancer.

Eaten by greed.

And now the earth itself bleeds,

For now the days are troubled.

And what have we to show for all of this?

Just a few dirty coins to count.

Nothing.

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Silt on the river bed,

The Sacramento River.

Valley farmland,

The Sacramento…