The Earth Being

Can you see her?
Between the wasted words
she lay.
She is Earth,
Everlasting home.

The storms blow through,
they leave their paths,
their bent trees and scarred terrain.
Eroded heart,
she screams her pain.

Can you hear her?
Your black oil pours through her veins,
tars the life you see within.
She cries, she cries.
You sigh, you sigh.

Can you feel her?
Her body warms.
But quickly grows cold
to the stain
the change
of mind.

Can you taste her?
Your bitter clouds which swirl
in her eyes.
Dazzling gems and diamonds for you,
buried within.
She cries, she cries.
You sigh, you sigh.

Alone she wanders,
her thickets she walks.
Barefoot
broken shells of vacant beaches
but she smiles.
The pain of physical miles
harms not the injured part.

Stomp on her many glorious grounds
the distant yells as you pound her down.
Pushing her being,
may she retreat inside her.
Drag her dusty meaningless remains
on the floors you built,
a gift from her loins.
A solemn trail,
of blood, of tears, of death.

Can you smell her?
She strides with roses on her back
amongst mountains of snow.
Still life amongst the evergreens,
gold on the walls of her soul,
worthless but beautiful.
Remark such dazzling stone,
steal the breath of supple youth within.
Worthless.

She awaits.
Under her clouds of dreams,
hopes of future showers on her head.
But clouds form fast and storm breaks
free.
Gray mixes in blue,
Hope remains.

Silence echoes through the canopies,
she falls back on the wind,
waits for their call.
She cries, she cries.
They lied, they lied.