Louise Tischhauser September 3, 2019 Sod Louise Tischhauser September 3, 2019 I buried me Beneath the earthFrom dust to dustFrom death to birthOr so I thoughtNow labour pains To move the sodNow stretching out To find my GodIts bright out hereBut o so lushI love myselfAnd my God crushMy limbs are soreThe muscles tightThe eyes grow squinted in the lightBut o so lushThe earthy loamI love this Eden My soiled soul called home