Even if the mountain I climbed
Proved to be merely a duncecap It
was only on gaining its peak
That that knowledge reached me.
Is there a single inch--
one square millimeter
on the face of our planet
which some animal
human or otherwise
has not shit on?
Is there anywhere even a
pore's-worth of ground--
earth that has never
(not once in its eons)
been covered by what
golgotha of dung?
If such a place exists,
I want to go there
and stand there
at that site
in that spot, truly
and purely for an instant.
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