I am Earth, not your mother

I am Earth, not your mother
Sentient, solid
Unforgiving, uncaring.
Crawl over me, tiny ones
In and out, poking yourselves
Up and down
Like ants, like worms

You, capable of so little,
Worry so much

Cataclysmic mighty meteors
Snapping rotations
Huge jerkings on my
strings of galactic gravity–
These jar me.

A small filth on my skin, a blemish
These do not concern me

My power is deep
Erupting, exploding
Shattering your technology

My mantle of blue
subsumes transforms cleanses
Regeneration–not just a word

I ask nothing of you

You take so little

I am not eternal
–but almost

Say your prayers, tiny ones
But not for me