• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 09


Before the apocalypse of hollow bellies _
men's insatiable hunger for more & more.
We were just seeds in our mother's uterus
waiting for our turn to bloom before any mint
we were just birds perching on the gift              
 our mother endowed
                                          & there she stood wide & vast 
green to the heart
streaming with pristine waters
before we became bulls claiming territories
capitalizing on the roots that hold us
 at the expense of her body