Work the ground and dig the earth.nPound it with your fists!nThe city hides a hiding soil.nThey keep it under the streets.nIf you need to feel some dirt,nYou can come over to my yard.nWe can mash the soil between our fingers!nAnd all it took for space to be madenWas all out war on the lawn.nIt was just a whore’s fake blush,nWith cherry trees for shade.nMulch a life into piles of dirt!nPeople puzzle at the mess in your yard.nWe can mash a life between our fingers!