Queen of the underworld

She ate pomegranate, took the darkness inside her

She became it

 

The crows, unconcerned

will be happy to eat our bodies when they fall

 

The earth is responding

She is hitting reply to the rape

She is posting about the amount of destruction

 

She is not angry, just giving back

equal energy

 

Humans

they think they are so special, so precious

but viruses, they live here too

The water lives here too

The plates of the earth

they live here, too

 

Let me cause an earthquake

Let me burn down forests

Let me choose between looking at stars or looking at apartments

Let me feel cars on my belly, inhale the

smoke

 

you opened Pandora’s box, now

drink it in

 

There have always been times of mass extinction

but they will pretend it is not a symptom of that

 

Where are whispers of your shadow

Where are the pieces of your being you’ve been avoiding

Where are the pieces of you that love this drama

Where is the delicious piece of you

that craves playing the game

 

Until you own that you like it

it won’t go anywhere

Deny it and it hides, gets stronger

 

We will play out the symphony til the very end

a wild ride, this one

 

Sit in what you have created

 

Humans have a penchant for beauty, at least

it’s been more entertaining than the dinosaurs

 

I sit in hot water and cannot get warm

I smell garlic on my fingertips

I touch my hair

 

The earth is at peace

 

Will they learn to work together

to listen

to live

or will they carry on, moaning about their

unprecedented

… pain

 

Doesn’t matter to her

The flowers are still blooming

Daffodils, with their seductive scent

 

Will bees come back, if more humans die?

 

I am noticing people wanting to feel sorry for themselves

I heard bacteria love global warming

 

Where is the elemental pleasure

The water, the tree bark, the nectar

the dark the light

the dark the light

the dark

the light

When will they wake up from this dream

 

Matter, is not that solid

 

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