once inside the father sky
and wrenched to the harsh ground,
she sits and drowns in loneliness.
desperate for companions,
she convinced her husband
they should make some children.
while fashioning their tiny bodies
from the rich clay of the congo,
she felt as if her soul was healing.
unable to cook the clay properly,
her children ranged in colours from
lily white to the blackest onyx.
sneaking into the forest one night,
after father sky had fallen asleep,
she breathed life into her beloved.
as the children laughed, played, and grew,
our dear earth mother felt whole
and never was lonely again.
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