He said, “It’s all burned up.
Don’t throw any more seed in the ground!”?
Who says the Earth is dead?
No, she lurked for time

Motherhood cannot be taken from the Earth,
Not to take away, how not to draw the sea.
Who believed the earth was burned?
No, she’s blackened with grief.

As the cuts, the trenches lay,
And the funnel-like wounds are gaping.
Nude Nerves of the Earth
Unearthly suffering is known.

She’ll take it all out, wait...
Don’t write Earth down in cripples!
Who said the Earth doesn’t sing,
That she went silent forever?!

No! Rings she, moans muffle,
Out of all my wounds, out of my heartaches,
The earth is our soul.
Boots don’t stomp out soul

Who believed the earth was burned?
No, she lay low for a while...