curled coiled motionless
either resigned to fate or in revolt
a recipient nonetheless
small droplets still flee from the sky
rushing to meet cold concrete
splatting like so many lemmings
on earth remolded
to repel the growth of life
through its crevices
mother earth’s own limbs
bent and broken down
remade to inflict and enflame
entrapping us in our own filth
but the droplets are not deceased
they will return again to the sky
only to continue their freefall
even as our limbs disintegrate
into our scorched earth
we will be remolded
remade
By Kaia Herrin
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