Everyday could be the last and
We must call her to keep her,
Else she might loose this world
From her sagely grasp
And follow the Shadows of her Ancestors
Into our unreachable Eternal,
A path she pursues with embrace with
Closeness of breath and naked breast
(For shame makes not the trip).
So we call to keep
Her holding on to this Earth,
Dreading the terrible fall from
Her venerable hand
Into a never-ending vortex
Past elemental fire
And slow swirling wind
Mixing us all back into ourselves,
Into a neo-nuclear soup
Beyond imagination, triggering
Well-familiar fear of unknown.
So we call out to her,
Praying tight grip on humanity,
Keeping her hand bound to us,
Never releasing, always here
To mother us.
