Mother would look at cliff sides
And say, “Violent upheavals
Of the earth.”
How primeval.
Violence is key to creation
As well as destruction.
Lava, fire, cataclysmic
Birth pains forming
Each soaring mountain range.
Glaciers grinding - oceans
Whipped to savage glee -
Rearrangement in cacophony.
Labor, amniotic fluid -
Bone, sinew, a beating heart
A push, a cry - then life, anew.
“I’m afraid I rather crave violence.” Jo March.
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