mother and earth

By: Katja Rowan

bent backs
grasses bent in a tweak of fingers
bent my fingers bent my bones
my toes in
earth sweating dew
digging a way out

sucking on a single clover

sweat for me
my back wet and bent
bones buried snap like twigs
my bones tomorrow buried
my bones decay
and feed

the wheel rolls on through this earth

my skeleton straight
as a blade
of grass
snapped by fingers
like children at play.

the world will go down
and feed on me
and I will not see it.

but only my fingers
a snapped clover
and its sweet ends