A little poem I conjured up in my mind about Vegeta and how he feels about Earth.
~*~ Hattiakourri~*~
Blue Marble
Oh Earth, the tiny blue marble
That hangs amongst the shining stars…
How easy you are to lose…
A moment of life suspended in infinite dark ,
A spark I could cradle in my hands
Hands that shake, enraged.
Beautiful, ugly little rock…
With all of your bright little lives…
You stand while my mother has fallen ,
Pushed from behind to fall away,
Away into nothing, into the shadows,
Dancing, laughing, and kicking up space dust
In the breath of memory
Dear Mother, long since gone…
A tiny rock sits in your place
Almost in the palm of my hand
Like a brittle bird
I'd like to close my fingers, to snap it,
Rock for bone and sea for blood,
But I can't.
She breathes to me, this tiny cobalt pebble--
My new mother,
Who sings in my blood and my soul,
Who fills me with golden memory
And takes me in for home.
*Fin.*