Human Nature

I give birth I jumble together I build, all the parts of nature in my own shape. The roots of the trees like my own feet I turn upside down on the canvas. The leaves in the shape of my hands. The stones like your lips and my lips upon each other. Everything comes alive in my hand I breathe my soul into iron into paper into the red rose ... I must create in order to be. This is my nature: destroyer of death.