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Earth-speak

In the Earth Mother’s womb
Stone berries keep the warmth
Of the drumbeat. Here
All that swim in the depths
Remember where all life
Begins.

On land, the umbilical cord
Nourishes all the medicines.
Frogs' croak, urge life to
Breathe, to sing, to weep,
To roar.

Above ground greed pierces
My artesian well. Tailings
From my stained blood
Suffocate the earthly milk
Which my children cannot drink.

Moose rot their bellies,
Eat the contaminated tree sprouts
And new-birth grass.
They drill into my ocean caves
Mine my dreams
And call this progress.

I am tired. So tired.

But,
They will know my wrath.
My breath a hurricane.
My fist a tornado.
Torrential rains my tears.
My soul is fire.
The churning ocean
Will lift the waves
Destroy all in its path.
The rock will fling and spew,
Be a mud-slinging avalanche.

Do not be surprised
At my fury.

Copyright: Louise B. Halfe