we have

We have punctured the soft green
and drank the sweet nectar of our supple earth

she is my mother

soured yet bambino fresh
made of Beelzebub's tears and Abraham's flesh

over manipulated for stone and metal
hard and clever
ruined forever
and crumbling into oceans following stronger rules
of white light, the lovers jewel

and her children are cruel
forsaking her to an unknown and untimely demise
or trust in god, a weak respite

she weeps
but will retain herself despite the rot
and outlive the rapist
outlive the plot