The Motherland
The belly - distended
the eyes were out appended
the face - contorted
the sun - comforted
not
it waxed hot
the cry of a mantra
of utter lack, the mantra
of devoid space, the mantra
the eyes spoke of Hades' hand
the mouth was empty
the belly was empty
the visage was truly empty
the mother of humanity
keens a dirge of pity
a cry of 'let there be'
a cry of 'let it be'
for at her heart she starves
and at her heart lies death
(GSK) ©
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