living landscape no
woman’s land marked as
island no
beach you can reach
.
haiku
ps. man, you see her from the air, from the ships you built, but you can’t penetrate her depth and you don’t want to either, innit!
not really, not more than dick-deep, so
you crash against her shore, plant your flags, smash and grab her ressources, draw your borders, but she is not, and never was, yours
barbaraturneywielandpoetess 