Mother

The sun and earth waltz round and round
The size of earth goes down and down
Until our mother, breathing hard,
Is flatter than a playing card,
With the sun still going round and round.

In the darkest night where horrors lie
We dream of what it is to die
And what it’s like to fall and fall –
Our mother can’t be seen at all
To whisper to us soothing lies.

But where are we falling if not to Earth
For Hell is not our place of birth
And our father lost in paradise
From where we are is cold as ice
So who will catch us if not the Earth?