Poem
The Earth is The Only One Telling The Truth
By Kelly Curry
I set the table
with a bounty of glory
for you
and yours.
Forever and Ever.
Organized dimensions of light
and sound juxtaposed proper celestial alignments
inside
a wondrous galaxy
to support your breath
in body
So you could play…
Forever and Ever
All you had to do was show up
And you
tyke like arrogance
mistaking your limited brain as the central processing unit
of dimensional reality,
took my gifts without thanks
squandering magic and
your own golden destinies.
Now you have awakened from the short dream of expansion and plastics play to the
nothingness of your
endeavors…
mean…futile…
destructive,
to seek once again
the glory of pure colostrum you suckled freely at my breasts,
the emerald forests
where my waist
and voluptuous belly
meet the slope of my firm,
round buttocks…
the diamond life
from between my hips,
richness inside minerals and stardust in clay
to find that I was and will always be
the only one telling the truth.
This time…
You
Will
Set the table for me.
Replenish what you have grabbed and taken and defiled
with strange, diseased thoughts
misfiled as manifest destiny.
Return my tongues
dissolved at the edge of bayonet, bullets, missiles, germ warfare, molestation, agressive attacks of silence that kills…
Rename this simpleton’s scenario, which has you actually believing you may own what
you are only borrowing.
Return the breath of life to the regions of my body that your expansions and silly experiments have rendered uninhabitable by so many of my children.
Return my dreamers to me.
Return my songs.
You, wayward, childish rascal.
You
return to me.
Return to me
so I may
love you
to wholeness
So I may
love you
to nourishment…again.
I am your Mother.
I am the Earth.
I have always been
the only one not lying.
I have always been
the only one telling the truth.
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