Stop Digging Security Poem by Rochelle Hope Mehr

nearing the end
what wants to build when all is destroyed
what is the fear
security was always wanted
to be living on the plane of the mundane
the casual, nice, neat, work-a-day world
where everything fit
even the stringencies of crisis had an appeal
as long as you had your place

what is this vacuity
this dearth of imagination
this is the level
where you run out of dirt
where there are no more bodies to exhume
where you have to stop digging