Upon the iron ground she lies
hands grasping the earth
to hold what cannot
be held or bound.
For what is sought
cannot be found
beneath this iron land.
She lies unmoving, blind
her face upwards
searching the sky
where in her darkness
no light breaks through.
Nor where the wings of prey
cut through the air
to scream
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A sacrifice
from herself to herself
sustaining her being
with her own body.
In the space between the earth,
hard, unyielding
and the space between the sky,
predatory, unforgiving
she must forge her shield
from the fires of her own
surrender..
Upon the iron ground
beneath the iron sky.
Photo credit: Selma Sevenhuijsen
