I want to stretch
out my arms
and wrap them
around the world
with its
many diseases
and holes
drilled deep
collecting its blood

and drinking up all its water,
the trees grow tall
and in their death fall
while the earth
eats them up
but, our cars and trains
tracks
and metal scraps
all clutter the skin
of our mother

and, yes
when we die
we do sleep
until eternity comes
and finds us
all curled up
in our shiny metal box
frozen in time.