Dirt filled water runs deep within the soil. Disease that drugs Earth. Mindless we drink beneath corpses coil. My strengthless joyless dirt. Mother bird sips droplets from rust. She cocks her head inhaling dust. Beneath dirt she pecks oak trees root. Both children dead waits— It is a fact nature brute. But in springs dark misty sunlight flower concrete blooms. A lonesome mom who will not run. creature escapes deaths tomb.