Life Soil

I am a green shoot

Defying the rubble around me,

Fighting for the body

That rests beneath,

Not yet returned

To the dust

Life is like energy

It cannot be created or destroyed

Simply passed on

You may have shattered my home

To gather this pile of rubble

But still, I grow from it

You may have stripped my life

To add this body to your trophy tally

But still, I grow from it

My branches reach out

Painting the ground

Drawing the hopeful eye

In time, you may smother me once again

Your arms of fear may rain down

To drown my life-soil in hellfire

But when you make contact,

Across the cavern where your soul once was,

With the hopeful eye,

You’ll reckon with me again

And find that no arsenal could stunt my growth

I will be laughter in a tent next to a makeshift morgue

I will be dinner shared on platter-hands

I will be the constant in a land of jostled memories

The proof of what came before

And of what remains

I will pass on

I will never be lost

Once my time has come, 

I will feed what is to grow

Millenia beyond when you’re left behind

In the grave you dig yourself

Not destroyed,

But forever lost

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Brendan Carroll is a Junior in the SFS who dabbles in Business and frequents Global Affairs. He almost forgot to send his bio because he was bumping Eusexua for the dillionth time.