Mother Earth

The smoke, it fills every particle of space
Turning the blue sky into a pasty ash
It is a blanket dropped upon us on
This, a hot summer’s day
And we are throttled beneath it
I think of the woman who was overburdened with her brood
The one who sent her children rolling into the lake
How taxed she must have been to do this awful thing
And so it happens all the time – by different means
Drowning – Suffocation – Beating
Hurricane – Fire – Pestilence
And I ask myself, who is mimicking who?

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