a work in progress, an immediate response to the need to get something down…
Great wealth
of shit
the world
and we,
the exalted
denizens of dung,
go beetling,
beetling –
till,
our private portion
of
the brooding mass
at last
delivered
to the
rank
heights of heaven,
We —
I like the Word ‘beetling’ and I like how it ends ‘we-‘ – very breathless and expectant and at the same like a terrible void / cliff edge
Oh and play on word ‘rank’ is awesome too