And so we got rid of stuff.

Went deep and dug,

And dug and dug,

And like a gopher

Gone mad

The pile released

Grew higher and higher.

We went down so far

In so deep

That the echo

From a holler into

The depths

Never returned to the ear.

And the energy

From our celibacy

Was poured into more

Digging and digging,

Releasing, releasing,

Not knowing when

Or where it would end,

Will we be able

To grapple

With the stuff and

More stuff,

Or will we

Be bit

By an apple.

© Stephen Nesbitt