Mother Earth

Poetry of Mother Earth 2

I don’t want to hear the words Mother Earth again, so boring, says the 40+ journalist in the morning paper devoted to explaining what to expect of events before ever their meaning could be any more apparent than that of a cosmic ray striking a fragment of gonadal DNA on the way to destruction or producing Einstein or a cancer, which may not a different outcome to a nearby wolf.
I say to him Confine your indifference to your own possibilities in life. She needs none of us.

That’s the problem we have journeyed towards for 50 centuries or more, since the invention of agriculture and writing, more and more humans have tried to avoid hearing the words “Mother Earth”. If you had a Mother who for sure would outlive you, might you not be appalled, feel trapped? How much worse if she is willing to provide all you need for life, if you are but willing to use it respectfully. This Mother has built self destructive mechanisms into her gifts, which you may not reject. You will swallow that medicine whether you wish it or not. Whether it becomes good medicine or a poison to you, depends on what your body does with it. Tobacco is sacred, or it is a poison, it's up to you. You'd better get control over your body. Be sure she will watch your death indifferently if you abuse her food.

Since you have such a Mother, whose food you must eat whether you die of it or no, how can you deal with her? She also gave you intelligence. If you did choose to use it, you would be among the few. Standing Wolf whoseesus Julio Donato Nov. 25 08