Prenatal
the things that live in our footsteps
lives won and lost
battles rage, a holocaust microbial
ancient whispers
of what our life once was
when walls were womb-thick
the things that live in our footsteps
lives won and lost
battles rage, a holocaust microbial
ancient whispers
of what our life once was
when walls were womb-thick
An intriguing last line…like the images conveyed in the poem.
Thank you. I’m often taken aback by how alive microbes are- and how they exist at a plane and scale that is just as real as our own.
THIS IS NICE!