Womb or the Tomb

Does the earth swallow what it makes?
How does the ground not have headaches?
Today we are spewed from it belly like that fish
and tomorrow swallowed against our wish.

Tales of what and how to accomplish
is a lime sweet and fast that can diminish.
When you drive don’t forget the brakes
even the earth offers bread and cakes.

Yes the earth is a god, it owns its own
Yes it goes through pains, tremors are its groan.
Don’t carve a date and think that’s all,
a hyphen must exist for when all men shall fall.

Ruddapoet