Environmental rage poems

Pigs in Spacesuits

my turn – to see the Earth
to feel her pulse, to smell her breath

just in time – to catch her smile
to walk upon her for a while

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the Witless Ones – dash to and fro
glued to fashion – friend or foe
forever fleeing …

chasing illusions in a whirl
they trample the Soul of the World
never seeing …

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take turns – to see the Earth
to feel her pulse, to smell her breath

make time – to feel her breathe
communal healing through the leaves

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the Witless Ones – breed and blather
grasp and gobble – in a lather
never heeding …

reading commandments – on a screen
Gimme! Mine! – Hear them scream
force feeding …

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about turn – recall the Earth
I felt her pulse, I smelt her death