I want to be Mother Earth.
I want trees to grow from my
SkinBoneMuscles.
I want to feel
Sprouts
And
Twigs
Gently break ground.
I want Human Beings
To crawl out of the pressure of my Spine.
That's why I carry stress.
I am pressing out Humans.
Wind will jet from my open sides.
My legs will spread wide
So that people have a place to walk,
Down
My
Legs.
Wande N
S.
I will sit near a lake,
So my Humans can feel an
Ocean Breeze.
When I start to die
My toes will
C
U
R
L
In
And slowly,
My body will grain and shrivel.
Very
slowly
So that my Humans can have time to build boats
Out of my hardened SkinBoneMuscles
And set out on the
OceanLake.
And discover a New World.
A new Mother
With trees on her shoulders
And Heavy
LifeGiving
Breasts.
Her toes will not
C
U
R
L
In.
She won't die.
They will find Her.