the feral fool
finds solace in
the hole he dug
for himself in
the loose soil
happily pulling
the dirt to bury
his absentee soul
until winter ends
contentedly packed
into darkness
he shall bleed
his sorrows deep
into the seeds
to give rise to
a garden of agony
in subdued hues
when spring thaws
the frozen earth
into a verdant hell
of pastorial dream