MOTHER EARTH

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This child blames her mother for her awkward gait and bad form.

She curses her when the playground bully steals her lunch money.

Impetuous, this child stops at nothing to devour her.

Sending spears to attack great whales,

Biting her breasts,

caging her lions,

pulling at her tall cedars and kicking refuse on her water banks.

Sashaying inebriated

consuming hoarding

money mining

Selling prime real estate,

cutting clippings and marketing strips of her mother.

Plucking, fishing for diamonds and gold.

Eating to beer-bellied blubbery and lying.

Calling it a look, a style, an inclusive beautiful. 

Clinking crystal glasses, sipping on martinis.

Celebrating the kill song. 

It’s tiresome, this festival,

a continuous feed.

If she goes, if mother flatlines, 

so goes Friday Night Lights.

There is set a throne atop mothers deteriorating heart.

This child will never have what she wants most

Mother’s invincible summer.