Rebuilding The World
By Anonymous
I remember a great city.
Glass-towers darkening the sun.
Dark clouds approaching.
In a laboratory,
a child’s laughter
and an old man’s smile.
Where has it all gone?
–
I woke up on the sea’s bottom
among the corpses
of tall buildings.
How many years have passed?
I soared to the light of the sun,
I splashed the voice of the wind,
I breathed the silence of the world:
no more cities, no more glass-towers ━
only ruins, and grass-covered hills.
–
Now,
two Springs have passed
like planets in the sky;
giant robots are helping me
rebuild the world.
They call me “Mother”
with their synthetized voices,
and bring me flowers
with their iron hands.
They plant seeds,
eradicate weeds,
and build villages;
they keep away the fools that,
with fire unsatisfied,
are trying to burn
all the grass left
in this world.
–
Why am I here?
I don’t know for sure.
But I’ll trust the blood in my veins,
and the wind in my lungs:
I’ll be a Mother
to those preferring
grass to fire;
I’ll be a Mother
for this new-born garden
we once called
the World.