Compost Aroma Almost Poem
“Stinky” was a joke.
“Interesting aromatic” was an elder leaning into manure … and finding a study.
The collapse into a short body isn’t just funny … it’s fertile. Small enough to
carry home in your arms.
“Aromatic” makes the receiver’s nose more activated. “Interesting” was an
elder becoming extra curious about a catastrophe that happened.
Not disgusted or recoiled.
Everyone with functioning sensory receptors faced the volatile organic
compounds directly.
The collapse also happened to bystanders observing. Not in it. That’s the
posture sitting with us on what crumbled. Not buried under it.
Sensing all of it.
Describe the rubble and …
Holy cow!
It reached us. The pile is gone now except for the aroma.
Compost can be anywhere. Gardens. Government. Yadda yadda.
