Our splintered marrow guards your precious ground

Not bought in blood, but taken in the twilight

When ‘taking’ was a thing we did not understand

Now sentinels bound, subservient you think we stand

Down inside those ringlets blacked by damp

Not the wind—kin to your own cur breath—

But the jewels it carries, diamonds, our inheritance,

We feel

Touching, unveiling in our stripped-bare bones




La Negra

You do not see us

The exposed soul beneath the veils

Of collagen you tore away

You smile

Thinking your bold foot and strong arm have won you space

You do not see

That we

Since your Great Devouring

Baro Porrajmos

Are already inside

Sap, like fire, rising

nature poetry
Penny Blake
Penny Blake
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Penny Blake

Story topics: Natural Living, Equality, Diversity, Geek Culture.

 I write and review non-fiction and fiction that explores science,

 culture, identity and power.

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