|| the earth ||
The earth bears
the pain of
being alive like
a lonely woman.
Folks scratch her innards
trample on her for
their crazy pleasure
some decorate and preserve her
as they do a lonely woman
All watch the destruction
the earth too sees
her slow destruction
and still, through
her own powers-
fire
rain
tornadoes
floods
famines
creates balance
against destructive forces.
Like the lonely woman
the lonely earth saves-
her verdure
her rain
her coolness
her fertility
her purity
her identity.
|| the earth ||