Life passing and worms working.
Flesh from the bones, and maggots
writhing through the stench and decay.
A life ever after, all the souls away.
And we are left with the dank, earthy,
labyrinthine burrows beneath our feet,
adding depth and richness to our soil.
A thousand years pass, the farmers toil.
So it is that lifetimes pass unannounced
and humankind falls as other species do.
The world quietens, no whisper of a sound,
and life continues silently, underground.
Fraser
August 2023