If I Can Die Only Once

Wringing our hands
In easy resignation
Convenience and profit
 
Wrapping their tiny
Corpses
In paper caskets
 
Soothing ourselves with, “yes
We Tried”
 
It’s only one in 10-100,000 going extinct this year.
Out of a statistically significant range
 
A shame
What was it called?
The Marbled Murrelet?
 
If we understood
As God is trying to tell us
That what lays
In those tiny coffins
Are the cells of our very own
Body
Diminishing the possibilities
Of all future generations
 
The knife we are plunging
Is an act of suicide
And genocide
Self loathing
At a scale
That makes our better Angels
Weep
 
Are we all are drinking the kool aid
Together?
 
Some appear to be putting their
Lives
On the line
To stop
The dozers
Trenchers
Steel
Diesel weapons of war
On nature
 
If I can only die once
It shall be for the sake
of
My Sacred Lover
The Living Earth