Earth Mother, Death Mother: A Poem for Our Times
Bone breaks, blood spills.The dark cry of the world goes up, a column of smoke.Bullets. Women weep with their dead in their arms.The oceans also hold dead children,coral reefs like whitewashed tombstonesand whales no longer singing.The land perishes beneath our feet,harvests soon to vanish.Machines grind away, never stopping. There is no night here. The lights…