mother and earth

By: Katja Rowan

bent backs

grasses bent in a tweak of fingers

bent my fingers bent my bones

my toes in

earth sweating dew

digging a way out

sweetness

sucking on a single clover

sweat for me

my back wet and bent

bones buried snap like twigs

my bones tomorrow buried

my bones decay

and feed

clovers

children

the wheel rolls on through this earth

my skeleton straight

as a blade

of grass

snapped by fingers

like children at play.

the world will go down

and feed on me

and I will not see it.

but only my fingers

a snapped clover

and its sweet ends