Here the Earth slept,
aging with each
exhalation of wet shoreline,
dirty and gripped
 with cracked fingernails,
 arthritic crevasses
of its own brown-skinned
body burnt as clay,
green with the sweat
 of oozing lizards,
 of immortal molds,
 of photosynthetic centuries
where hominids tattooed
their violence
and bled
through their dust.

April 5th, 2021