My mud-scoffed mouth won’t move,
so cram-full it is
with earth I’ve eaten.
I crumble my reaction
to all the kinds I‘ve taken.
I enjoy the way,
like marbled steak that’s turned,
blue-grey London clay
clags the palette and fugs my words.
I love loam; the way it slides
into the gut with fertile warmth
leaves me drunk.
I’ve been eating the land,
a pig, snaffling
until I’ve had my fill.
I lie back, sun-bake
or melt in rain
absorbed.
Earth Eater by Neil Elder | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
Neil Elder has had poems widely published in magazines and journals. He has had several books and pamphlets published. He won prizes for his books 'Codes of Conduct' and 'The Space Between Us" (Cinnamon Press) and his most recent work is 'Like This' (4 Word Press). Neil lives in London.






