Mother’s Ingenuity

 

Against the burning sky She wrote

with brilliant orange and yellow smoke.

She cooled the hot and fiery storm,

then disallowed Her life to swarm.

 

With a cold, firm hand She froze the sea,

a now useless pool for you and me.

It seems the age of life on Earth

will be redoubled before Her rebirth.

 

For as Mother became so increasingly smart,

She forged the sword that pierced Her heart;

and as the last drop flowed from Her veins,

I knew She was not ingenious… but insane.

 

May 1987

 

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