The Earth is Calling and She Wants You Back
How the Earth created you in the first place:
Maybe there was some wine -
Grapes harvested, pressed, fermented with billions of bacteria. Drunk!
Protein and hormones and enzymes, nourished by blood.
Truly born of this Earth.
It can’t be otherwise.
Now I squat over the ground
Watching blood drip, drip, drip
onto fallen leaves
The Earth drinks it up eagerly
How much longer?
When I rest my cheek on the cool, damp loam
Or shoot my arms through the ocean waves,
I remember how the next time might be as ashes.
The water lapping me back up -
Taking back what is rightfully her’s.