Earth Is The Bosom Buddy
P Patti Masterman
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Earth is the bosom-buddy of our flesh,
She holds us close, to her living dress:
We come in bare, screaming at the light,
And leave the same way; but fearful of night.
In between, she clothes us and feeds,
Gratifies all of our body's needs,
While we weep hot tears, upon her stones,
And shout our laughter, from deep in our bones.
Everything from which our body was formed
On Earth's own shores and oceans got born-
And as for death, when he comes nearer:
To Earth, I commend my naked spirit.
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