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a poem by Astrid Ferguson

Mother

Summon your trees

Tell them… we’ve lost our roots


Mother

Beckon your flowers

Tell them… our stems have split blooms


Mother

Bow the wind

Tell him… we have swayed in beset gloom


Mother

Invite the sky

Tell her… our clouds have turned into puddles of revenge doom


Mother

Whisper to the sun

Tell her… we have dimmed her light with our burned tongues


Mother

Stencil the rain

Tell it… we’ve grown in a fruitful desert where cactus no longer needs watering to spear more hate


Mother… mother… mother

I send you my apology because the buildings of power continue to race over your reign

-Mother Nature we have forgotten our seeds need your earth just as we have grown accustomed to still birth


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