I knew before the news broke
My lungs had been tight- body aching, sinus pressure
Burning flesh filled the air
The Earth was dying
I couldn’t see anything wrong
The air was saturated with dewy condensation
It hung, thick on the dusty horizon
But she was falling
My eyes watered
Filled with the invisible smoke
And the crackling of wet leaves
Dehydrating and bursting veins
My veins
I was not surprised to learn it
My Goddess, brought to her knees
Magdalena was always going to die here
Screaming in the ashes of her greatest trees
– How men crucify their Gods
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