Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Monuments


we watch the brown dirt

rich and full

under dead pale stems

piled grasses

grey leaves, dull

skin flakes and cruft

from a remote appendage

a forgotten hangnail

on mother earth's toe


And even the sky;

Oppressive, fat and suet

spits on our mother

speckles of bright white

icy monuments to dereliction

to her abandoment

and Mother smiles darkly

her heart malevolent..


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