Tired

I am tired, now, a warrior

Waging war in a distant

Land, far from soils that speak

Waters, trees, rock

Mountain peaks.

I am tired, now, a soldier

Fighting the fight

Swarming from place to

Fecund place leaving

Thin gruel, country tamed

Before the maw.

I have battled in battles

Not mine, against enemies

I harbour no enmity

And I am tired.

I want to go home.

Home to my family,

Human and non-human,

And set down the roots

That rebuild the soils,

The blasted lives, for a

World worth living.