Earth: 1

Tears of wood
Is what she wept
We would always hear
But never-
Really understood
We’re what she left
Clamoring through the back door
Unkempt, mud-caked, sobbin through sores
Sweat droplets servin as mirrors on the floor
Slobber over the food
And howl at the neighbors we think are rude
For every other time there was a reason to back it up
But you’re tired of my fatigue
And I’m tired of you relieved, so pack it up
Pack it up now