Prayer to Earth – a poem by Simon MacCulloch

Prayer to Earth - Simon MacCulloch

For those who sleep beneath their stones:
Grip tight, hold deep their naked bones.

For those who live and toil above:
Turn still, forgive our lack of love.

For those not yet but soon to be:
Annul our debt and leave them free.

And when this race of pests is gone
Wipe clean your face and carry on.

Simon MacCulloch lives in London. His poems live in Reach Poetry, The Dawntreader, Spectral Realms, Aphelion, Black Petals, Grim and Gilded, Ekstasis, Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, Ephemeral Elegies, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Emberr, View from Atlantis, Altered Reality, The Sirens Call, The Chamber Magazine, I Become the Beast, Lovecraftiana, Awen and elsewhere.