The Grand Canyon is no great shakes.
It's nothing but a wound,
a testament in fact, to
helplessness.
For five and a half million years,
Gaia lay there, stretched out--
defenseless
against that trickle that wormed its way
into her back,
carving out this millenial
"monument"
like a cancer.
Such is the nature
of helplessness;
again, I sit on this bedside chair, and I
watch you getting worse,
and the only thing I can do it seems
is complain about my
aching back.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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