The Menstrual Cycle of the Universe
by Kari Narasky

They plot lands and deplete her beauty
With all these "new to me" schemes
And corporate dreams…
As she screams
For peace of mind,
For a piece of heart…
To cease hers being torn apart.
Her ebony blood sucked dry…
While they try
To chase the mighty dollar
And she hollers
For sanity.
And the vanity
Rooted deep within
Now begins
Turning green lands
Into desolate sands
As her hands
Bleed
From their need
To build a better universe.
They curse
Her ability
And agility to
Regenerate
And repatriate
To the core…
And be born
Again…
But the menstrual cycle
Has begun.
Pre-menstrual cycle begun
Demanding your attention
While mentioning her home
Where greed still roams
Her thighs
and rapes swollen breasts,
Testing her
last nerve
While moods curve
for the worse
By the curse
of corporate greed.
We all need
To bring her love

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Before rivers of blood
Flood the land
While earthquakes shake
Grand structures
In destructive waves
Of cramping pains…
Her way to attain
Purity.
How absurd to think
In the blink of an eye
She won’t try
And succeed
In deleting
Greed
Never needed
Or understood
By her green pastures…
A rapture
Of earth, air and water
Given to her sons and daughters…
Who ought to bring forth
More appreciation
For the creation
Of her endless beauty.
It’s our duty
Our only duty
To show respect
In these hectic times…
Before her divine self
Erases all wealth
And habitat
Within the wrath
Of her menstrual aftermath.