sclera

 

their reflection like the light

grew pale and dark

as the wind and the drought

leached water off their living breath

and it rained, as if it was once more

tomorrow never comes

inside of her, that silly wench

that opened her legs

and dropped out a new generation

but she was the earth

and the earth was she

when they killed her they killed

their own future

and the void, it opened again

deckchairs everyone