mother of all mothers
she always wins
insatiable machines
cut scrape gouge
and burn her
angry and hostile
to her indifference
but they will lose
ending their days
in rusting heaps
in some forgotten places
where she chokes
and strangles
all that abused her
in a great chaos
of weeds and wisteria
a tangled blooming
of lavenders and golds
honeybees and hummingbirds
swarming and hovering
drunk on perfumed nectar
dancing singing
in celebration
her sweetest victory
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