Do you hear the rumbling sound
from my belly and see the truism
that serenely annihilate my skin?
My blood is cold and guts are withering
in absolute abandonment, longing
for the comfort of pine trees
and spring water. You have forgotten
our indissoluble pact that you will not
trample on my bones and leave me naked
to corrupt minds. Spare me the artic
and I will bear you a child; our sun
will warm us but will not burn our roots.
The green leaves beckon and I give
because this is my earth.
Earthday 2008
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