Teira Naahi

Friday, May 26, 2017


I wish not the city

Nor the farm

I am vegetable

Planted as seed

Fertilized the quickening

Born i am admired

Guided to growth

Skill of hand

Mature i am beautiful

With season you came

Blade in hand

Beautiful i die

Upon your table

Boiled and burnt

Three ways the journey begins

Within you i am division

My ugliness fed to the fish

Outside you i am worthless

My beauty fed to ground

From the fish to water

From water to sky

Today i washed your lands

From the ground to the water

From the water to the shore

Today your animals took drink

I wish not the city 

Nor the farm

I am life:

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