We know what it is to be
Be a producer
A nurturer create in dirt
Being from the place we create
The people who slaved
The people who consume
Infinitely those who profit
We have been
The slave
The owner
The profiteer
Our luxuries have been
The sun
Dirt
Air
Satisfaction
Power over life
Death or growth
Mining and stripping
Tearing down and barreling
Towards an infinite goal
I give back to you from whom I take

Softly I sob praying it isn’t too late

In peace I go
Not to some good night
But to some hell
Where I feel upon my being
That which I have done

To the ground I give my body
To the sky I give my soul
May what is left be
Let it be

Let it be used
Used to foster life
From what I took

Magna Dea

I return what was never mine
Do what you will
In hopes that self sacrifice does
What I never could.