Deomba
(CO, atomic number 27)
When the river speaks
it whispers your name,
when the earth sighs
she heaves a body
mother stutters
when the tunnels inhale
we hold our breath
when they exhale
the line on the screen
stumble flat.
We trudge again
across a grit of blue dust
toward little mounds with no names__
shouldering the weight of a cleaner world.