Ann-Marie Spittle

DORMANT

Ancient seed fell into the ground
Science covered it
Lies imprisoned it
Deep it sank
Into the soulless darkness
Hidden in a pit of sorrow
In its dry, lifeless tomb

Pipe bursts
Engulfing the concert street
Sinking into the cracks
Probing into the emptiness
Torrents flow
Earth absorbs
Life returns

Seed notices the change
Awakens and grows
Pushing and cracking
Splitting
Bringing down
Covering in a carpet
Of green and brown
Reclaims its ground
In the grey bleak town

Science is astounded
Mother Nature yawns
For the pest has had its day
Time to clean the slate
And try another blueprint