My daughter said it was called the
earth’s belly button
where in anger Kronos cast down
the stone that blocked the entrance
to the underworld
where female prophets would speak
in a trance of what they saw in vapors
rising from the underground
But it’s not Aphrodite, Artemis or
Demeter who weeps at the oracle
or speaks in whispers of the future
It’s women in burkas and hijabs
children with empty bellies and hollow
eyes, it’s not vapors from geo thermal
springs they read but aftermath of car
bombs and drones
whole villages burnt to the ground
Its dead lands with black bubbling oil,
gas fumes, floods, fires, species
becoming extinct dying oceans
smoke screens in the sky sending
Morse code to other galaxies
pleading for help
