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Tsunami |
Over soaked planet,
bubbling up
from the under drink,
rolling off
the wrinkled brow
of the moon.
Spooning of weepers
and spitters,
natures sorrow and disgust
drenches us,
and turns our dust to bog.
She will be ignored no more.
Her shores will shift,
her mountains pour.
Her rage is reckless
above the roar
of those who think
their wealth is more
than the power hid
at a mother’s core.
The risen sun, grief
cannot hide.
The seed is worthy
sown inside.
The broken bones lay
strewn and white
among the stones.
Quiet in amass,
the heaping mounds
let slip sweet life,
through cracks unbound.
copyright 2005
Peggy
Dobreer |
