We kissed My lips pressed upon the mud A damp reminder of the flood It was a symbolic action Till sand tickled my tongue Jubilant in subdued satisfaction I was no longer young And so to my lover The giver of birth I could give alms to no other Precious Mother Earth O Creator of the created Abused and hated Long have I heard your perilous moan In yakking flocks of geese Or a pebble seeking release Lonesome and alone
Life is but a symbol And truly man but a soul The one who gives Is the one who lives My gift is this poetic touch From my lips that presume too much
For science has come with its laws And damned us with the curse of war A dying rat scratching festering claws A Madonna’s clothes upon a whore When bombs rain Who can deny we are insane If you truly don’t know Look out the window Tell me what you see Compared to Earth in her virginity
I’ll kiss you one more time And offer my embrace There is retribution for every crime And reward for every grace