O ye bags of burlap
with balloons and sponges stuffed,
and packets of excrement
and old bones for the bloodhounds–
someone has stabbed
your middle, your top
to let in and then let out
the noise and the moisture,
the dirt and beauty,
of the green blue golden
Earth beyond your shed.
But what game you have bagged!
What species lost!
O Burlap
Who gavest thou dominion?
Duane Verhees
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