Shove

Mother Earth Weeps

There isn't enough stones in the cemetary today
Where's everything gone?
Who am I?
Eyes wide like a newborn babe, crying in a dream
Where I am queen; with an empty kingdom and I sit on my throne
Cold and hungry with one hand clawing the arm of my hierarchy and the other has my forehead in it
Grounding my palm into my eye, cringing
I have no new gowns on my rich body and there's no one to send me words
The day I lay on my children, waitinf for the eggs to tear open
But the soft shells all had a blade, spilling the orange mucus
The constant stench retches at my knotted gut
Ready to crawl away from the throne and pronounce myself a shrub in the air
Bubbles popping all along the puss from the blood spilt from the town priest
I curl up to the ground, pull up some grass and slumber deep in the roots of ancestors
Long ago dead, and walking Shades, desperate to still teach the young prowels.