Between the fence and fern
in the back of the yard
in the cool of the dirt
on the soft moss and sod
in a universe of silt
in a narrow never-glade
in a moistened black congruence
of oxygen and shade
A never-ending cycle
of reproductive violence
the natural machinations
of Darwinian compliance
Larvae, beetles, earthworms
black and orange ants
decomposing nutrients
a lifeblood for the plants
A constantly raging battle
steadfastly unforgiving
a cyclic constitution
where the dead
support the living
From above this Earthly
netherworld
all that we discern
are the gently blowing leaves
and the softly dancing fern
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