The human being not only observes but names
Crucifies mountains with words because they cannot run away
They can only fight back
White pans below, are they salt or are they snow?
To the earth it doesn’t matter, they love them equally
Salt. Snow. English words that the human being decided to spit
The foam fizzing on the ground
A rabid dog conquering
Armed with mighty (s)words
“Colonise every corner, he must be named to belong to me”
Only humans would think them a he
Only humans would give them any pronoun at all
Colonise to civilise
Mark them with syllables
Strike at them with the Roman alphabet
Even the language I make love in
Has wrapped its hands around the throats of trees and rivers and people
I am not untouched by conquer
I too (have) smother(ed)
I say people have eyes because he told me people have eyes
I say a mountain has no heart because he told me a mountain has no heart
Then what are these beating stalactites and stalagmites fed by veins of water?
The mountain knows only beauty, why would I ever believe they would aspire to look like me when I so feverishly yearn to look like them?
I wink at the mountain, maybe we are friends
The mountain does not wink back
It has no eyes
Instead, the sockets in my colonizing skull are home to two dark red marble rocks.
Into the Willes 