the earth is heavy
saturated, a sponge of our griefs
dripping of our failures and abuses
clinging on to what little it has left
She has given us so much, yet we continue to take
our excess and extravagance
it is a siren song irresistible
consuming all that we desire
the earth has cried out, and some of us have listened
but who are we in the face of
the monstrous machinations
of those who cannot get enough
us few can do so little to help, while
the greed of the powerful strips
bare the Mother that has
given us so much kindness, freely
weeping, She cries out
pleading to let the torment end
to let the healing begin
Her hurricanes are Her tears
but we have chosen to be deaf
it is far easier to fly close to the sun
than it is to acknowledge our own self-destruction
the wax is melting faster than we know
