Earth trembles under the threat of her footfall,
fears the relentless press of her heel.
She holds its stones in low regard,
its boulders in open disdain.
Where she walks ground withers. Wasted:
you have forgotten
your heart in her path.
-Poem written in 1993. It may be useful to the reader to know that the lady in this poem and I eventually become, not close friends, but allies faced with a common enemy…