Moldy bread
rotten fruit
adulterated wine
death to the body
empty mind .
Sterile and ploundering ,
breast no longer feeds ,
plains drowned in alluvial deposits
proud peaks so erroded ...
Pulp from the fouled abysse
harvest face furrowed by dry winkles
skeleton silhouette, amaciated arms
begging for indifference ,
smile with receding gums ...
A drooling trickle dozes down
the ravine of dried tears ...
Glassy blue eyes like a dead lake ,
bleach forest , age of misery ...
Do you recognize your mother
whom you have reduced to indignity ?
Desecrated womb abandoned in its
vermin-eaten mattress...
You who claim to seduce
the unaproachable stars
scoffing at you ...
Listen to her message and testament !
\'\' I am talking to you my son ,conceived
by the whim of chance !
You \'ve wasted my season\'s heritage
and my black blood ,sacred cycle !
I am lacking air and water
here , prostituted to the
greed of insects !
Me ,your mother and earth ! \'\'