Remember Then

when the green
has faded
into the grey
a dawn of ash
a mother slain
by the children
she gave all
before columns of smoke
before asphalt choked
the poison
that triggered her fall
when the ocean
has turned to stone
jaded
as those who passed her by
when the rivers turn to dust
forests flake and rust
with unslaked thirst
and forgotten rain
when the world is dry
remember when
you loved your steel
a four wheeled ego
the slim device
tucked into a pocket
that taught you how to feel
instead of breathing
in the air
then
you confined life to a cage
built by plastic
the death of earth
unfolds on a screen
while you wail
and whine and rail
that nothing is fair
the world is ending
while you stare
at worthless fantasy
a banquet for dynasty
while nature starves
because we carved
wounds into her bones
remember then
what you have done
and what you ought have
but did not

The World We Left Behind

Don’t leave nature behind

it has been left waiting on platforms

tucked into the bottoms of drawers

too haphazard, absent care

the heart of the Earth is left behind

to false gods we offer favour

and from our fickle platforms

we lament the earthquakes since provoked

devoid as trees losing their leaves

forgotten prayers

we will find no favour here

the stars and forgotten memories

unable to see: we are blind

to the planet and her care

A voice upon frigid air

sad, imploring: ‘don’t leave me behind’

Cruel Mistress

we gather here

we line today

for sunlight to refract tears

across the curtains of the years

fate was cruel

when she stole them away

until my dying day

i’d watch the bees fall from the sky

so many hailstones

a sign of natures’ callousness

a sign of natures’ grace

until my final day

i’d witness a rabbit

as fuzz grew and hair fell

into the writhing soil

back into natures’ fickle embrace

we gather here

we line today

for sunlight to refract tears

across the curtains of the years

fate was cruel

when she stole them away

until my dying day

I’d be hiding in the corner

with nothing to do but wonder

about the curves your engine took

at the speed of a gazelle

but none of the grace

until my final day

I almost spoke

I nearly broke the spell

but each time tears shook

my heart in its’ frail shell

I swallowed the snakes

we gather here

we line today

for sunlight to refract tears

across the curtains of the years

fate was cruel

when she stole them away

Until my dying day

we’d gathered mountains of stones

and built a wall

between us and the cruel

never willing to admit

that with our bleeding wounds

resting in empty rooms

we were always the prey

one eye open

but I gave what I got

I did not require the strength

to leave with any grace

or forthought

now my running

becomes your race