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
Categories:
unskinned, body, earth, identity, mother,
Form: Free verse