You lay down on top of me
blocking the sun.
You sowed me and reaped me.
You dug in and leached
all value from my soil.
 
Your green crop busheled
and pecked.
You grew a whole forest
of C note trees
and their coinberries clinked
like deposit box keys.
 
Now you walk my perimeters
eyeball the horizon
in new fancy top hat and tails.
You say it's time to move on
to untrampled pastures.
 
But you'll always remember me,
having part of me with you,
the dirt beneath your nails.