“But I’ve no spade to follow men like them”
How deep have we pushed into the warm mess below?
You’ve all gone to lengths ‘I’ll never know’
My callouses aren’t worthy of that name.
You forged this for me,
a tool.
Your desperate intent, unashamed-
Finally
Coalesced
So when the time comes calling,
I’ll dig out your heart
with my own spade named,
so undeniably-
Progress.