Broken Ground
David Cameron

It smells of oil and dust
as sunbeams cut
through corrugated tin
wrapping the shed
that shields a rusting plow
and silent tractor.
 
Gnarled hands
turned the wheel
and laid the rows
by breaking clay
and planting seeds
for crops of absolution.
 
But crushing debt
and searing wind
cursed the toil and
sang the end of dreams
born of
grit and holy grace.
 
They stole the future
and wrecked the past
leaving only a briar
to pierce the crack
and entwine the rusting plow
and silent tractor.