Sky
claw
Descending
down
Into
sediment—
Sacred
and softly astir
All
stand in awe
As
burrowing persists
Deeper
the grave
Wider
the gaze
Clunk,
clank
Metal
to steel
Gasps
arise
As
ghosts appear
Crisis
management’s
Focal
point
The
most enthusiastic
Face
yet to blink
Dusty
residue
Discomforts
the breathable
