| My Mother Frustration at the state of the world |
| Somewhere along the way I lost touch with her My deep blood pulse became electronic The warm soft flesh of my body became latex The clumsy, messy movements that reminded me of my dark and muddy beginnings Became mechanized I feared the the immensity of the sky, so I built a roof I feared the grasses, roots and dirt of the land, so I wore shoes I feared the air, so I filled my home with the quiet buzz of climate control I feared the magic that grew my food, so I ate only what came from sterility And I feared all the other children she had borne, my teeth, bone and blood siblings So I slaughtered them, and denied ever knowing them Because her rhythms are deeper than sound And because my spirit is so far removed I have lost touch with the gravity and intensity of her life force And suffer, unknowingly, the emptiness of spirit That accompanies my pride in humanity Imagine her pain as she watches me destroy Each beautiful bit of her creation All in the name of dominion and progress Imagine her tears as the cancer I created Eats away at her once dark and fleshy soil, her liquid soul, her blanket of breath Meant to sustain and maintain a perfect balance Imagine her sorrow as she sees how far I have distanced myself from the stuff of life. After all, I am not an animal |
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