Mother Earth

Just a little touch she wanted,
Her dark green hair locks hang
Precariously down and she is in pain.

She used to live in a wood house
That gutted in the forest fire
The deadly fire, choking smoke
Smell of hapless burnt fleshes.

Bar-b-queue and party go on
Spirits fly high and just a little
Touch she waited all these years for.

She sees the hallucination,
The eternal hangman
Waits in gallows.

The party goes wild
Celebrates the last forest fire before the rains.
She listens to the songs and laughter
At a distance.

Her weak feet gently tap the wall.
The rhythm gets inside her head
The beats shake her frail skeleton
She cries, she dies and her last shriek
Awakes the sleeping beasts.

The party comes to a standstill,
Hazy moon looks
Down the hill
Only for a while.