The Goddess Consumed

via Pour 15 Minutes D'Amour

The goddess moves slow
Her self to nourish
Slower than time’s increments can convey
From the grinding of leaves to dust and mud
To the glaciers’ courser carvings

The goddess moves so slow
Her potions to brew
That the leaves feel no sacrifice
When they find themselves no longer leaves
But dust in the layers of her skin

The goddess moves slow
Her composure to keep
Slower than the death of the sun
Bound by the shackles of gravitational forces
Beyond her control

The goddess moves too slow
For the insect that is eating her skin
For the damages done
Her choices are limited to reaction
This insect is terminal

The goddess moves not at all
The sun has gone out
The insect has reached the limits
Of the sustenance to be gained
from the corpse of its mother