i am earth <br />i see with <br />lenses in <br />the men <br /> <br />my blood <br />runs in them <br /> <br />the trees <br />they are <br />hair on <br />my skin <br /> <br />such <br />bright greenery <br />once <br /> <br />but i have <br />been naughty <br />shaving it <br />here, there <br />everywhere <br />to give myself <br />a smoother look <br /> <br />planting things <br />in their place <br />to make me <br />feel good <br />look good <br />trying <br />all things <br />hoping <br />to gain <br />immortability <br /> <br />now, have i <br />been wrong? <br /> <br />i see <br />the sky <br />growing <br />darker <br /> <br />a part <br />of me <br />lacerates <br />soon <br />to disfigure <br />me <br /> <br />blood <br />running <br />down <br />my physique <br /> <br />part <br />of my <br />skin <br />turning <br />so dry <br />it cracks <br /> <br />and the men <br />the men <br />and my eyes - <br />they would see <br />no more!<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/earth-and-men/
