Marie Digby - First Picture of Earth

 

 

Air feels cold but warm on the asphalt
Watching a moth circle a flame
I lay my rose on grandfather’s coffin
There etched in stone I saw my name
Like the first picture of earth
Like the first picture of earth

Born the same, taught to be enemies
If you call that love
I don’t believe
Heads bowed down,
kneeled with their eyes closed
One fix on the sun, trying to get in
Like the first picture of earth
Like the first picture of earth

Like the first picture of earth
Like the first picture of earth
Like the first picture of earth
Like the first picture of earth