The Divine Lay Under Our Feet

Dirt accumulates 

On the bottoms of

Shoeless feet,

Vehicles whisk by

Bestowing wonderful

Nitrogen, Carbon Dioxide and

Oxygen

Upon the fruitless land,

Walking by them,

Breathing their exhaust,

Basking in the ambiance of

Colored robots

Gliding by;

Dirt accumulates

On the surface of

Unwashed skin,

Cold and brown

It sees all climates

And feels no pain:

Rain,

Snow,

Wind

Or shine,

It survives-

Dark from the places 

It has been;

Dirt spreads over

Open eyes,

Piercing them blindly,

They can see no beauty,

A dark world becomes home,

Fear of sight leaves the blinded

For dirt has healed

All concern by

Masking it in a layer of divine 

Earth.