It is an experience in itself
digging a land
which lay barren
for a century and more.
A hoard of termites
and spiders unknown
springs up. Buzz
and bite with a sting.
Never have seen many species
as they come out from the hives
long and short, brown and black
disastrous in outlook.
More happens
as I go deep into the endeavour
excavating stone sculptures
abandoned for ages.
Apprehensive of the living
and the nonliving, I process.
Might unearth many more
in the next procedure.
The land looks graceful
with a magnificent dwelling
and a splendid garden
a grandiloquence.
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