Earth

They have inundated here
with cut up corpses.
And yet she breathes.

Sometimes it seems as if she knows
that not a single one of them
who have desecrated her ground
will have a future.

Flames devour the land.
The slaughtering goes on.
Hills are littered
with charred bones.

Remnants of ashes rise up,
mingling themselves with the fluid
of the speechless :
animals, and grass, and trees.