Great mother of all
on her day, she wails.
A crude joke,
heavenly gods
left her clutching
ungrateful offspring
her wide-bosomed
frame ravaged.
Whoa! She cautions
Milk supply insufficient
to feed ever-growing
numbers.
Nipples cracked and
bleeding, gaping maw
continues to suck
her dry.
Be merciful to the innocent:
rocks
clouds
streams
glaciers
and all
creatures
that partake
for survival.
Generous in nature
she bellows gutted
not to be abused
by the amused.
On her day, she wails
for anyone with ears
to hear her cries.
In response to: “On Her Day, Gaia Wails” Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.