when she was pregnant she considered
at least every other bite, that some part of it
was building her baby.
where was this corn grown, the meat
from, the sugar, its sun?
what soil gave in to their greed?
and what of the soil; how did it came to be?
bones, dead a hundred years, more?
the crushed remnants of another season gone
and how were the walking, waving fed?
rocks, crushed by tenacious roots,
fickle oceans here and lost, leaving fields of shore.
til she rests in that first world
of fire and stone, the elemental beginning
from which her child will come