Put the clods on the top

Put the clods on the top.

How do you get over heartbreak?

By getting your heart broken again.

Put the clods on the top.

There was something in cold

And pain up my side

not quite able to attain

Waking from a cold watery bed

A bureaucratic nightmare

Not sad or horrible

Just removed from the human

Administration of emotions

And the unconscious

A connection through the fog

From one flickering screen to another

The winter chill has set back in

And we only just came out of the last one

Put the clods on the top.

But then crisp and sudden

Something has been unearthed

From the mud caked winter bed

And it is surprising in form

An acorn

Embryonic and new

Handle with care

This one is rare

Unsure where to go from here

So soon damaged

Perhaps so soon gone

I can feel my nose

I can feel my heart

Or fresh crumpled crests of

thrumply napled flesh.