Art is not Dirt

Art is not dirt

Dirt is not art;

Art that is great

Oppresses 

With Its weight.

I lie under it

Like the dead.

The dead become

Dirt. 

Out of this dirt 

The live try and try

To make art but falter

Dirt falls apart

Dirt is not Art

Art opens doors;

Do not enter 

Walk on the floors

Between dirt and sky;

Fall through the center 

See how the door

Opens and closes

I stink of death

But feed on roses

All that is art

Opposes

The dirt that I lie in

The dirt that we die in

The worm that arises.