My Planet Gave Me A Name

Help.

The line is breaking,

shattering bones -

tendrils shaking.

Help.

Discarded blood.

Holding ashes in her hood...

Fists to fight

for what's good.

...What's good?

Help.

The ground is gone -

floating here now, far too long.

Eating nice

from dirty palms.

Help.

We need you now.

You!

Yet you not know how

to do...

become the vow

that helps

the line that's breaking

saves the Earth from scattering, shaking.

Help.

Our bodies to become what's good.

What is good?