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When Mama Ain't Happy...
We've covered the Earth
with a burka
of carbon dioxide and concrete
perfumed with petroleum
in an attempt to conquer
her raw, feminine power
and prove the magnitude
of our dominion over her,
which has initiated
a cyclical age of extinction
in which Earth
as Demeter goes dark,
not just for winter
but millennia,
leaving us in our own dust,
sloughing us off
like an edometrial lining,
or the infestation
of parasites which we've become,
in a menstrual renewal
beginning again
with perhaps more intelligent,
less ungrateful children
