mother
earth and sky
lie
bleached -- the whiteness
is my dying.
give me colour!
i lie across a chasm
a mexican queen
the blood red fire in my
windowed belly
turned emerald green
lush vines
watered by tears
they have taken root
inside me, rooted me to
my country
my dying country
my dying
ah but the jungle cannot help
running wild
soon, the baby goats
will feed on me,
my kudzu leaves;
and
my black eyebrow
will spread her birdwing
flying.
hortensia anderson
