essence

the earth exudes a substance
more human than geological
its carbon/calcium/iron made alive
by those who tilled and shaped it
          fed armies and empires from it
          gave it battles and blood
          built on it
          buried beneath its crumbled loam
                  themselves and their artifacts

trees and crops must draw this essence in
breathe it back into the air
                  for it cannot be shaken off
                  the light hums with it

 

 

Andrew McCallum lives and works in the south of Scotland and is a widely published, broadcast and award-winning poet. He loves collaborations and has worked with visual artists on ekphrastic projects and with sound artists to produce an album of samplings. He currently works as a freelance proofreader, editor and writer.

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