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Mother Earth

Mother Earth has taken thou which heaven giveth 
I dare not repeat, retreat, seat, top or beneath
Hurricane charges, yet feather-light heavily troubled soul  
Soleless, yet aloof stands 
Oh Earth! Oh mother! Oh murder! Oh death! 
Cold are thy feet 
Hold mine wrist 
Chide mine drift 
Oh scold! Bark! Shout! Speak! Shake! Move! Mother!
Farther towards father, thee sail 
Further from mine brother
Broader to lands...spade, an aid 
Not delayed that mine rite be paid
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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