"We come from the Earth and to the Earth we must return..."
In this phrase I found solace and comfort
Until my stilettos sunk into the ground and I remembered
I am only made from Adam's rib
So I cursed the Earth
and ground my heels into the dirt
Man returns to the Earth and I
I am made from a rib...
Suspended in the cavity around the
heart of man
Flittering like a restless bird who
cannot find her perch
Frowning as I fly into the sky which I
do not know and and where I
do not belong
While man builds airplanes to chase after
me
While man hunts the pheasant for
sport
I want to die and return to the Earth
I want broccoli to grow where I lay
and be left uneaten to
flower
I will no longer be the bony protector
of the heart of a man
and maybe in casting away my birthright
I may return to the Earth, once again.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
"We come from the Earth and to the Earth we must return..."
In this phrase I found solace and comfort
Until my stilettos sunk into the ground and I remembered
I am only made from Adam's rib
So I cursed the Earth
and ground my heels into the dirt
Man returns to the Earth and I
I am made from a rib...
Suspended in the cavity around the
heart of man
Flittering like a restless bird who
cannot find her perch
Frowning as I fly into the sky which I
do not know and and where I
do not belong
While man builds airplanes to chase after
me
While man hunts the pheasant for
sport
I want to die and return to the Earth
I want broccoli to grow where I lay
and be left uneaten to
flower
I will no longer be the bony protector
of the heart of a man
and maybe in casting away my birthright
I may return to the Earth, once again.
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