Today marked the end of many things.

Surely this is breaking ground -
Like tilling the earth:
Strong hands cupping punches
of dark, rich soil,
Pulling and twisting
The web of tiny roots,
Their breaking less heard than felt.
(Necessity) Turning over that trodden soil,
That familiar dirt
That became a foot-worn path rather than a friend.
Surely that's it,
Because it hurts so deep.
It has to be breaking to pour
Or be poured into.