Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

The Earth

The earth opens its hungry gut looking at us
The earth opens its craving gut laughing at us
The heat is twirling meticulously in the dust
And big eyes are popping out of the sky 
with an appetite that says do or die
The earth is yearning and munching at its gum
Sweet tooth sweet corn rising from the bottomless pit
And a solemn appetite mingled with a desire that is unfit
The inner core burns with lust and a strange desire
 you cannot trust creeps slowly upon us
As the heat burns the outer crust vibrate 
and the trees struggle to hold their gravity 
and the animals run for safety 
I begin my journey looking for food 
I pass through village and town chopping down trees
And digging up ground
catapulting houses all around
My search for food takes me round and around
My search for food pulls down cities and towns
Every time you walk upon the earth, 
You come in contact with spirits and dirt
Someone had occupied that rigid spot
Someone made that deadly shot
Though the dust remains on the earth,
Their spirit and soul live inside the outer crust 
You might weep and mourn their memories, 
or build a giant memorial in the sky but the flesh 
will never come alive again ,
The earth is where it all began 
with the sordid penitence of man
Speaking to mankind’s conscience
The memories of yesterday hang on fallen trees
Holding chunks of earth in its roots
 and walking around in water boots
You cannot replace the fleeting time
And hold memories that are divine
It’s you and me that is walking in the middle of the sea
It is you and me that is yearning for victory
The life in you still remains strong, 
And the passing of time cannot be framed. 
The good or bad that you do,
have their appointments in the sun, wind and the rain
While you celebrate the gift of life many more will have to die
The earth is a reminder that mankind must pay the sacrifice 
I walked the earth for a year without shoes
and I could feel the pressure  when I step on the ground
The bile is bubbling up in my gut 
And the saliva in my mouth tastes bitter 
The earth with cracks and holes
 and giant size tectonic plates
Are waiting patiently at the gate 
Take the narrow road through the village 
and cross over the river.
The earth will regurgitate.

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