<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; ">Father Earth<div><br></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">There is a two-million year old man<br>No one knows.<br>They cut into his rivers<br>Peeled wide pieces of hide<br>From his legs<br>Left scorch marks<br>On his buttocks.<br>He did not cry out.<br>No matter what they did, he held firm.<br>Now he raises his stabbed hands<br>and whispers that we can heal him yet.<br>We begin the bandages,<br>The rolls of gauze,<br>The unguents, the gut,<br>The needle, the grafts.<br>We slowly, carefully turn his body<br>Face up,<br>And under him,<br>His lifelong lover, the old woman,<br>Is perfect and unmarked<br>He has laid upon<br>His two-million year old woman<br>All this time, protecting her<br>With his old back, his old scarred back.<br>And the soil beneath her<br>Is black with her tears.<br> <br><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>- Clarissa Pinkola Estes</span></div></body></html>