Compost

layers of us
laid down over time
we have a reason
there is a rhyme

that makes sense of our suffering
and what we must do
the bottleneck narrows
not all will pass through

so compost these moments
and all that we've done
make space for our daughters
and soil for our sons

compost all this concrete
the steel and the glass
turn our buildings to trees
our highways to grass

compost our bodies
compost our tears
compost all these lessons
compost all these years