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