Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  Mar 2014 ashley m
r
So much water, so much iron
Alas, no gold, but copper by the ion
Glows in my skin late summer days
And tastes of blood and flint and maize

******* salt, my spit, my hair
Breathe my tender air, my mollis aer
Anoint me with a cloak of sweat
And with my sword I will beget

The earthy side of me, you see
Nickel, zinc, ah, yet no mercury
Take my dirt, my earth, my stones
Build a castle with my bones.

r ~ 21Mar14
ashley m Mar 2014
The Solomon Island**
On the Solomon Islands,
when the tribes need to clear the jungle
To make way for fields,
they don't cut down the trees
They simply gather
And collect around it,
and hurl abuses at the tree,
they curse it
Slowly but surely, after some days,
the tree begins to wither
It dies on its own
ashley m Mar 2014
The old hollow tree
Almost withered and dying
Yet remains standing
xoxo

— The End —