Around, around, & round you go
spinning round & round
your endless journey
never ending
your gravity
holds us down

The battles & quakes
the shallow graves
the hangings in the trees
the plagues & famines
the genocides & old age
the deadliest disease?

How much blood
old mother
spilled upon your *****
and all the bones
you laid to rest
help your flowers blossom?

From Earth we rise
and to you we fall
you can smell us from below
only those you lost to
space
can't help your garden grow


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