Skins of My Earth

It was her skin in the ground It was her skin with blood beneath It was her skin with heat and humid It was her skin in countless shades of grey It was her skin in columnar colors of brown It was her skin in bruised blisters of black It was her still life, silent life, upon us It was broken, wrinkled, wrankled It was unskinned, unwrapped, unwound She was denuded, time and temperatures beyond She was defoiled, time and temperatures again She was demolished, time and trepidations on She was silent, soiled, soaked in her blood She was just soil, clay, ground, floor for them Your soil, your marble, your rocks, your stones It was her skin, it was her skin breathing her blood It was her blanket of love, your sliding lands It was her blood, which you drink as water and shed as tears Now it is a flood, a flawless flood, fissures in the floors It is she, erratic, lunatic, frenetic, wearing a fury Breathing boils, Beaming blisters, Baggage of blasts She remembers everything, conscious and unconscious She is beyond skins, blood, veins, vessels, capillaries It is veins of my earth, it is blood of my earth