I am fully woman
always a daughter.
Always looking up
at wings, blue sky, the solitary moon,
never craning down
to stare at fertile soil.
My neck doesn't bend that way.
 
As far as I'm concerned,
this is it. The end 
of the (pathological blood) line.
Ragnarök. 
Armageddon.
 
My ancestors do look down.
There's nothing left 
above them. They hold my cheek 
in the palms of their hands 
and smile
 
at their pinnacle.
 
There will be greener land
after us.