I bury myself daily
Digging graves neatly
I lay myself down
Soul cloaked in earth
Stained with the blood of her
She dissolves
Feeding mothers veins
Eyes blossom as wild flowers
Seeing all that is
All that is her
Voice Returns
As wildfire flames
Devouring neatly tilled crops
I wonder if i will return
Depths of mourning
Children and Wombyxn
Who were buried
Before their graves were ready
The death i die every night
The life i lead
For the children and wombyxns stolen life
She
Mother of Earth
Mothers of wombs
Who move me
