Dirt of Nature

— Haris Adhikari
 

1.

I’m the dirt
of nature,

decaying—
every moment

I live
in the company of maggots.

2. 

Sickness
that I am

bestowed with—
from the very birth

I live
in your breath.

3.

I’m the death of yours
into who I am.

I corrupt you
down to your soul.

And you enjoy
what I do.

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From ‘Flowing with a River’ (2012)