Earth, a poem by Magnolia Vandiver
by Magnolia Vandiver
She is cold and white and slowly dying-
A huddled mass yearning to breathe free,
Strapped tightly to a hospital bed.
Buzzing machines are driven into her,
Pumping out her blood
And monitoring her slow breathing.
The lush meadows of her hair are gone,
Leaving empty hollows and bare mountain tops.
People with gloves
And without faces
Cluster around her.
They will not help her,
They cannot look into her eyes.
And they refuse to call her by her name.
Outside, in the sterile waiting room
People’s voices are rising
“Why can’t we see her?”
“Why can’t we know what’s going on”
“Be quiet,” they are told
“We are doing all we can.”
Inside, the machines keep pumping up and down.
But we can only take and slash
And burn and cut and scar
For so long.
Soon there will be nothing left
And she will disappear
Leaving us standing
on the crumbling illusion
That we can survive without her.