the woods don't care when we burn each other
as long as we don't ignite them with us as the second mother
her as a philanthropist
to serve us with air and in all allusiveness
asks to give us back what she gifted us with
no flicker but the breather of a kith
so don't hurt her
in any war that'd only define that we are
as any children
inferior - even as a billion
next to one when we prove who we are in the way we are killing
