Land Day poem ‘O, Earth’

O, Earth

Hug me

And hold me tight

Or devour me

To suffer no more.

I love thee

So take me.

Make me rich.

Make me dirt.

Gone are the days of serenity.

Guns are the words of humanity.

I have no food but a thorn,

No sport but a sigh.

For a soldier needs to feel high.

O, Earth,

If in life I am to hurt

Let my dirt in you give birth.

O, Earth.