Monday, April 4, 2011

In time of need

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We are made of

You and I
felt the murmurs
of mother earth

fill us
coddle us
and  finally
snuff us

into oblivion
into its cradle
into its molten arms.

I remember you
pulling
each pedro
and every dick
out of passion
or was it a  propaganda?
who knows
you hand was there
out  to reach out
We need it
(oh, damn it!)

without forgetting
who we are
without obliterating
our own being.

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