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.