Soil by Irène P. Mathieu

一首有趣的诗,关于土壤。

Soil (Irène P. Mathieu, Twitter @gumbo_amando)

the way you say soil sounds
like soul, as in

after we walked through the woods
my feet were covered in soul

when it rains
the soul turns to mud

the soul is made of decomposed
plants and animal matter;

edaphology is the study of the soul's
influence on living things

while pedology is the study of how
soul is formed, its particular granularity.

you are rooted in a certain red patch
of soul that bled you and your

hundred cousins to life, a slow
warm river you call home.

maybe there is soul under everything,
even when we strike rock first.

the way you say soil you make
a poem out of every speck of dirt.

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