text: Tearing asunder concrete jungles like cleavers through plastic, I ride with reckless abandon. I care not about the splattered flesh I leave in my wake - they don't even exist. I refuse to acknowledge them; I can't acknowledge them, literally. Where do they supplement their hubris, these humans, to defy me? I entangle myself through their ancient machinations; I run rampant through their olden civilizations; I give birth to colors among the sea of sandstone and concrete. I taste the blood of a trillion unnoticed cuts, thorns and jagged testaments. My sculptures lay defaced, lay stripped down and mocked. I give life and take it - they steal beauty, these humans. Monsters, the lot of them - a plague. I do what I can to recover, but I heal too slowly. My sundress is in tatters, and my tears dry faster than I produce them. I'm getting so warm. I am the progenitor of my downfall. I see humans tattoo me... scar me. The seek to replace me with them. Them! Them. They seek to replace what I've done. I am a monument of divinity; I am the seed and the egg. And my offspring is the matricide. I hear my oak fingers splinter. I smell the clouds parting overhead. I am no stranger to tragedy, but rarely am I the cause of my own. I see in the distance my wailing brothers and sisters, and our mother. They mourn their dichotomous sister. My adoption, just outside my reach, and which should also be out of reach to these humans, is also tainted. Impaled by brazen vendetta and pride. What have these humans done? My guardians lack the power to defend me. My beneficiaries are slaughtered and farmed. I wished not such torment, it is impossible. The humans will be my downfall, and thus, will be their downfall. They do not speak my language - only I do - but they don't have to. They see me wince and shiver as they poke and prod. I am not a factory. I am sustenance. They will see me roar, mark my silence. Each blink of my eyes lasts lifetimes, each heartbeat eons. Who do they think they are to resent me? My warnings - their warnings, they go unheeded. My retaliations go ignored. I am all but dominated. Soon we will all be barren rock. Dried oceans. Fruitless trees and meatless corpses. But I will live on past my own extinction, as I always have. I will have new, new and wonderous children. But this blight, this human curse, has reaped its harvest of misery. They think me silent, but my weapons are wordless - the devastation speaks for itself. I will be the ultimate champion of this war of attrition, but I will not be the victor. Nobody will be the victor. I am the ageless infinite. The temporary always. I am the seed and the egg. I am the solemn mother of life. I cannot forget, and I cannot forgive. I am the Earth, and I am undefeated.