your teeth tear everything from me--
leave me shaking, curled like a child seeking shelter
from the green-grey funnels that twist
and scream in the sky-- my voice
a counterpoint for these worldborne furies--
I am worthless, no longer waterbearing, but still
I beg, leave me the land at least-- leave me
the heavy clods of dirt, root clumps
retched up among the worms, I beg you
leave me some earthen bed to cozen
my wounds and whispers in-- leave me at least this
when you leave me aching, bruised and begging.