Solitude

Upturned earth looses

Aroma of solace 

Red clay and soil

Open faced to the day 

Was once only known 

Unto it's self 

Substrata spurned up

From it's solitudinous vacuum

To be tread by the soles 

Of Vagrants

Destined unto the forge 

Whence this crust 

Seeped it's unfold