© by Christine Fischer
we measured every element
down to your iron core we scanned
but who you are is long forgotten
secret gardens reaped and rotten.
your name´s denied and undermined
by crafted gods and false commands,
a warrant to despoil your limbs!
the answer that you give is grim:
we´re self-aware but cancerous fruit,
germs oblivious to our roots,
we ache because
we share your wounds.