You were the frozen stalagmite
Within my chest
Feeding my breast with toxic streams
Of unhappiness
Many wandered into my cave, and
Called you beautiful ...
The waste of rocks, the bleeding
Cancer of the land
You made the hole that sucked
The life blood of rivers
From the potential fertility of plains
You made strong mountains
Porous with your constant seeping
And dripping, and wasting
The calcium milk...
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