The earth bears
the pain of
being alive like
a lonely women
Folks scratch her innards
trample on her
for their crazy pleasure
some decorate and preserve her
as they do a lonely women
All watch the destruction
the earth too sees
her slow destruction
and still, through
her own powers
fire
rain
tornadoes
floods
famines
creates balance
against destructive forces
Like the lonely women
the lonely earth saves
her verdure
her rain
her coolness
her fertility
her purity
her identity.
(Painting : Claudia Stach)
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