Talons of picker thorn and bone beasts ’ hide
Monster of the Earth am I . menstruation of the macrosom ’ s rage birthing , deathing , laboring with the moon I am bleeding broken from sod and lichen , rotting fish and beast ’ s impotent eyes and I mourn for what is in store for you Crawling as I enter into silver shone spires that you once called home , your white stone-stolen stores and man-made terrain
Shall be no more for Avenger of the Earth am I . wrecking over your carelessness in tides and overgrowing in mire of what you will leave behind septic winds will clog your throat until you ’ re wheezing dry tremors rock your structures raw like your skin rubbed over , too torn too bloody . Humanity leaking , seeping into the sea , ruby ichor and black inking oil bones broken and shattered on your shorelines your lifelines , your screams and bloodlust cries won ’ t be heard , by my mother , the wanton Earth . And there , in your devastation , my moss will grow over . You were never here and you won ’ t be remembered by my breathing blackland
Because Protector of the Earth am I .