Ivan Head: The Compost Heap
The Compost Heap
The compost heap lay steaming
like a large beast, exhausted
and stretched out on the ground.
It is still breathing, visibly
exhaling as it loses form
in giving itself back to the earth.
It is also the cow collapsing,
drawn into the weight of the earth.
A multitude of brown leaves and shredding returns to soil.
The pitchfork goes through the pile.
He also takes the spade to it
and tosses the heap closer to the line of pines.
The animal moves one last time.
I think it was McAuley who said that from the air Tasmania looked like damp hessian.
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