All this looking at the ground, finding things there, and here it shows up in Phil Cordelli’s Manual of Woody Plants, in a stanza from the poem titled Gleditsia triacanthos (Honey locust):
slingshot musket
thy litter thy brood selfsame
in thy tusk in thy pod in thy husk
thy rod and thy stuff
wholly under my boot
ungracefully on the rudiments of dirt