The Backbone Of Earth Poem by fraidoon warasta

soon, the old autumnal wind
will be engaged in stroking the wrinkled chestnut
combing the willow
hiding earth's backbone
with chill

we won't stare outside the windows
at our other halves inside
we won't condemn those who believed
in living freely
was their destiny
and we won't curse
those who invented the snare

we the netted fish
won't be caught for eternity
there is still power in teeth and claws
to bite, pierce and tear
we were cast down to find a light spot
at last we will have the right to die
creatively
in different ways

soon earth's backbone
will be numb and frozen again
the sky pearls will descend and rest on the limbs
of the willow
willingly they'll bend,
drop them gently
again, jump back

fraidoon warasta,
17 september 2021
limburg