she hides secrets 
in planets of cells in your god 
earthen blueprints 
Jesus, the science, the sod 

she’s in the wind 
until the end 

she carves satellites 
in suffering and signals decayed 
blind reentry 
arteries, rivers remade 

she’s in the wind 
until the end... mother 

she speaks with every tongue 
she will take the poison  

she burns brightly 
in watchwords and waiting and want 
wounded mother 
from mantle to core, insufferable taunts 

she’s in the wind 
until the end...mother 

she’s in the wind 
until the end.. mother 

she speaks with every tongue 
she will take the poison 
she’ll outlive everyone 
she will take the poison