Father met mother
When they held hands and made a big circle
Around a dying tree
Friends of the earth became friends in love
Les amies de Terre
You slept in trees to protest their death
It didn't matter
They died anyway
But you canvassed regardless in your dirty brown converses
And hugged more trees
And chained yourself to French warship
In a protest so nuclear
They swore you had gone mad
Friends fell in love and a nought was tied
Mother began to brood and you were born
Mother began to nest
Father was restless
There were still trees to be hugged
So he told mother
And was gone before she could muster
The strength to stop him
She watched, scorned as he left
Then she put you in a bassinet
And swallowed lead
And that earth child
Is how you were found.
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