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theLadypoet
Member

since 2001-05-28

Posts 97
Or USA

0 posted 2001-06-01 10:16 PM

In a moldering stink of decay,
the earth reaches for the kiss of
the sun. Gasping for air like some
aging smoker, its lungs call out
bleakly; mute and unable to pump
the bellows of something as old as
time and God and the stars.
We haven't been a lover deserving of
the breast where rests our heads.

A comely maiden of virtue and
innocence, the earth has become
an aging, painted, paved old tart.

Men in offices of splendor trade
her favors for the love of gold.
All the wonders that was, are no
more. She - too tired to raise up
from the brutal caress of men.
What will they take when she has
no more to give? Will she be tossed
away, a used up harridan, praying
for the mercy that it is not within
men to give. Poisoned. Ruined.

In time so vast as to stun the
imaginings, she grew. Exploded into
life, fecund and verdant. Age and
eternity become silly skirted words
when speaking of her. With a
rapacious suck and swipe, men have
drilled her, mined her, defoliated her
and breathed the stink of death into
her nostrils and she will die.

It will be an ugly death, full of sobs
and sorrow, screams of despair. She
will rise up against her bed-linens to
claw the moments of her hateful death.

Blood of saints and simmers fill her
veins. She has taken the body of Jesus
and laid it to rest in her soil. Klaus Barbie.
Gandhi. Hitler. Mother Teresa…all a part
of the very air we breath. The waters of
life surge with the mighty and maniacal.
The butchers and the beloved, rendered
back to primordial dust, all.

There will be no melodramatic miracle
this time. The seas will boil the flesh
from the bones of those who put their
energy and might into the love of money.

Power…Destruction.

What if nothing if it isn't something?
What is substance without soul?
Shall the ages see the drifting dust of
all those tomorrows?

There will be no eyes left to count the dead.

Mother_Earth
Senior Member

since 2000-11-20

Posts 1370
1/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan

1 posted 2001-06-01 10:37 PM

MY, gosh, have you ever hit the nail-on-the-head. Man is great at destroying. For some reason they think everything will last forever. After all of the mistakes, you would think they could learn. Where will it all end? ME

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2001-06-02 08:43 AM

This is an exceptional piece of writing. You have managed to leave me speechless....

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