Dear Lady Earth,
Do you see me?
I float not far from you
in this scarred, bloodshot flesh.
I miss the soft feet of fauna
and veined roots tucked in me.
I remember how they flowed inside secretly
then erupted in dangling colored buds.

I remember every love story –
the bad ones too.
I was watered by tears,
but I was nourished.
And don't we all know
how growth sometimes stems from pain?
And I had always been told,
“New life arises from death.”
But I am still waiting.

What a festival it was to have them all here.
But they forsook me and themselves,
and I have not fared well since.
I hope your friends are careful with you.
They seem to have named me
after their god of war.