I prefer to work but if star-gazing
You allow me to call work
That this will feature prominent
Amongst my work.
We humans
We
We make the day for ourselves
Rape her the day for our use
Work satisfaction and
Survival:
Wound her in her sublimity of silence
Despise her then when towards
The waning sunset’s rising
We note that we are losing
Her
We suddenly run to her to
Fetch her
And mourn her.
Beg her
Beg her come back
‘Come back! ’
We
Shed crocodile tears.
Too.
So much
So much for us, we,
We humans.
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