Zywa
Seed vaults
Sometimes a new beginning is
scorched wood in black sludge
or in burned ground
after a devastating flood
a rapid conflagration, or
human stupidity
Then awakens the earth
of Earth
and her seed vault opens
Everything comes into bloom again
in our presence
but we know ourselves
and we dare not
rely on it completely
We are sons of Noah
we build it
in concrete: banks
full of seeds, safe
for everyone?
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