You See Every Brick, You See the Traces

​You see every brick, you see the traces
Of the men who brought the bricks, of the men
Who laid them, of the men who paid for them,
You see the clay and shale flaking when

A forest once stood here, your senses
Sense what cannot be sensed, they are
Brilliant, they trace the invisible tale,
The celebration, the memoir

Of the source of the source. Antibodies
Run through your veins, enzymes
Until you tingle, your feet feel
The layers of the earth, all times

Are merely a map, until
You are the locus of the planet,
Until you are the seed of the seed,
The red that suffuses the pomegranate.