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
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