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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