I just
Want to lay in the mud.
Dark wet heavy mud.
That will cake my skin
And then crack and peel off
In brittle brown earth chunks.
I want to,
Tell the earth with my skin,
That I, am tired too,
That I recognize the frustration,
In her somnolent actions,
Lined with vehement anger.
I could,
Cry into the sea,
And add my salty sorrow,
To the sludge,
To the noose,
Around my mother’s neck,
I will grieve,
For the end of our cancer,
The one we call daily life,
Mother Earth,
Kill us with your immune system,
We don’t deserve you.
