Composting a Life
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

Without warning

the tower
toppled

brick
upon
brick

helter-skelter

mirrored
by stars 

in
the
midnight
sky.

 

Ruins 

for
desert
scavengers

and 

archeologists
of memory

who dig

sift

puzzle
over

bones 

of
dead
voices 

beneath
the goddess
of the sun's

luminous gaze:

she
who
waits 

for you --

she
who
sees 

through

the succulent lips

of
your
thorny
cacti

into 

the fungal-rich soils

of

your

buried


Aliveness.

Marie Bortolotto