‘Neath the Ground

Another wonderful work of Rick Mobbs

Where shines not the sun

Fabricated by the flesh of fallen titans

And stars long since destroyed

‘Tis not sorrow

Glinting in eyes long closed

‘Tis not death fed upon

 

The truth of this earth

Trod upon by countless souls

Is not sought by conglomerates

Nor hell-catters

The riches of which can be cupped

By no pocket

 

There is a breath of ages

Felt only by minds in motion

And bodies still

 

Shovels and picks shall not render

The indomitable sprit

Of this world

 

Know this

‘Tis not the soil that staves gravity from swallowing you asunder

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