Mother

Suspended in space, her form changing with time.

She takes comfort in the heat of the amniotic fluid

of molten rock that fills her womb.

Her oceans, incubators for the defilers

grew the seeds furtilized by her indiscretion

with their FATHER when time began.

HE sends prayers, but won't remove the refuse.

HE made an attempt once, but it failed,

leaving Noah's boat the iconic leather belt behind the door.

Clean up is always a woman's job. Searching her core

She finds a virus. Patience is her weapon.

Reinforcements will appear as the ice melts.