mother

[vagabond]

thanks to all critics. Based on that i edited.



mother


we measured every element
down to your iron core we scanned
but who you are is long forgotten
secret gardens reaped and rotten.

your name´s denied and undermined
by invented gods and false commands,
our warrant to despoil  your  limbs.
the answer that you give is grim.

we´re self-aware but cancerous sprouts,
germs ovlivious to our ground.
we ache cause we do
share your wounds.