There dwells in the bottom
Of the mind
Of the lower spine
The cell
The dirt hell
The life here
Its fear
And all the ever after’s
It’s real
Even after a skin peel
It remains
This human stain
And its pain
From canning the soul
Trying to travel back
Can’t pass and can’t stash
Away the darkest hole
The final sign
The pine, and
The seepage of the soul
I want not
To ever let it go
But to live and to give
A reason to have sown
