Whole

I am a lone empress
a tall oak
whose roots are connected to the burning core of the earth
seething with enough energy
to crumble the strongest human-made foundation.

Cut down my branches
burn them
strip off my leaves
chill me with a perpetual winter

I will grow back.
Standing on the shoulders of Ceres, Lakshmi, the Virgin Mary,
I will offer you shade,
delicious shade,
in the heat of the summer
even as you destroy me.