Aborting
As drunk as a seed
When wetted, underneath
For water, food and reef…
Having roots; seeks beneath
I sway…
Men, machine and plans
Cut my veins and glands…
For asphalt, concrete…
I am veg and green…
Want to live and breathe.
I am cut with machine
A rope and string
On engine
And I die
Like foetus in eight months.
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