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Mother Knows Best
when you are born,
you stare up at me in awe, eyes wide,
and i cannot help but love you.
(my child, i think, my offspring)
when you begin to walk steadily on two feet,
i provide for you.
you start to want more and more.
i concede, and offer you what i have.
you start to reign with stone cold fists and i,
i kneel at your feet, head bowed, gold thorns orbiting my scalp.
(i am your savior but you are my god)
you bind me to a boulder and your hungry talons rake against my torso and
i give, i give and give and give-
gizzards and matte intestines and bones bared like tree branches-
but you are never satisfied,
it is never enough.
i clasp hands in prayer, begging, pleading.
you tell me one day more, one more gluttonous helping of my bone marrow,
colored like filthy sludge,
just-
one-
more-
(and we are trapped in a vicious cycle slowly gaining speed downhill but you need me so i-)
one day.
one day i will wheeze and collapse but you will take my ribs and
slice me open and forage around in
my empty corpse but one day.
one day i will be gone forever.
(will you be okay will you be okay will you be- )
for now i am here, hide stretched taut over sharp
cheekbones like axes, ivory limbs missing,
golden elixir weeping from gashes,
but
i
am
here.
(and i try to stay grounded, else we both float away)
i am not whole but i am here for you and
i am your lifeblood, and still i love you so.
my child, you will continue to take and take from
my physical body but my love for you is vast and bottomless and you
are a hungry void.
you ask me why i am called mother nature.
i offer up blood, bones, and tears in response and i pray,
i pray that one day it will be enough for the both of us.
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This poem details the destructive impact that humans have had on Mother Nature from her point of view. I was interested in the "kind and caring mother" cliche that we label nature as, so I took a more literal spin on it. I hope we- as humans- can recognize the painful burden that we are placing upon nature and work hard to pave a road to a better future.