Essential Work

Essential Work

What work
is mine?

Offering
my full
cornucopia,

cut from leg
of sacrificial lamb?

Allowing
my rounded fruit
to be cupped

squeezed, peeled
bruising concealed?

Resurrecting
the ole iron lung,
its dependable clatter,

the work of being
essential noise

for those needing
reminders
of the sweetness

of breathing
on our own

without effort.