A still from the film Mirror by Andrei Tarkovsky
surely, the earth is a wicked old woman who steals stainless steel bones to bury it under her skin, adding one more bone and one more year to her stock ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐บ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ต ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต?
little girls with neatly combed brown ponytails circle around and sing ringa ringa roses in unicorn printed pink frocks with hearts where boats kiss sunsets painted on lakes with minds where forests grow for their children to play squirrel games in tree rooms the poem ends and ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ
time runs too fast, the speedometer broke and no images seem to be formed on the retina a forest fire burns trees to the ground eagles torture young pigeons of peace disney turns sony, toys turn knives reality kidnaps fairytales and happy endings submit leave letters to their school principal ๐ด๐ถ๐ฃ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต- ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ
daughters birth sons, daughters kill granddaughters daughters get old and no one anymore calls them girls what should you wait for when there is nothing awaiting you? what stays home when all is gone? what does oneโs death do to anotherโs life? no nursery rhyme is sung today, but i see ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ