Salted Fields
Potshards from amphora
Floating through soil
Since soldiers salted the fields
On their way back to
Sheep and goats resweetened the soil
Salt as rare as terra cotta in these fields now
More likely to find Roman coins
Spanish swords and French petards
Plowing too deep unearths bombs from the last great war
As tomatoes and eggplant
Explode all around
The ancient tractor rusts beneath the olive branches
Where the Sicilian ass took his shade
With the contadino’s nonno and father
A family farm for more than a century
Today we meet, share some wine
Smell the sweet basil
Taste sweet tomatoes warm from the sun
A final harvest before the houses are built
We salt the earth again
With tears of love.
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