A still from the film Mirror by Andrei Tarkovsky
surely, the earth is a wicked old woman who steals stainless steel bones to bury it under her skin, adding one more bone and one more year to her stock 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
little girls with neatly combed brown ponytails circle around and sing ringa ringa roses in unicorn printed pink frocks with hearts where boats kiss sunsets painted on lakes with minds where forests grow for their children to play squirrel games in tree rooms the poem ends and 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
time runs too fast, the speedometer broke and no images seem to be formed on the retina a forest fire burns trees to the ground eagles torture young pigeons of peace disney turns sony, toys turn knives reality kidnaps fairytales and happy endings submit leave letters to their school principal 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵- 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘭
daughters birth sons, daughters kill granddaughters daughters get old and no one anymore calls them girls what should you wait for when there is nothing awaiting you? what stays home when all is gone? what does one’s death do to another’s life? no nursery rhyme is sung today, but i see 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯