Mined Earth

living, photography, rhymes and rhythm, travel

 

We eat the cows that eat the grass

We mind the cows to eat their ass

We cheat the vows we made to last

We mined the earth in ages past

 

We beat the chimps to bigger brains

We wine and dine upon the trains

We fleeting people on the plains

We find it’s dry until it rains

 

We eat the grass and smoke it too

We kind of care but so do you

We sweetly love the food we chew

We pine for more, the lucky few

 

We treat the earth alike a buyer

We sign a contract: No to Fire

We greet the desert then perspire

We line for food and eat food prior

 

We earth the cable into ground

We mine the minds that come around

We mirthful creatures safe and sound

We shine when eating from plates round

 

 

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An artwork in response to an amazing, earthing trip to the Australian desert in 2012.

The photographic prints were blown up, huge, on the wall.

The poem sat by their side,

eating away.

 

 

 

peace

xx

 

 

 

 

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