Underneath the raging wildfires,
the rage-red skies of this apocalyptic moment,
under the lashing and battering of hurricanes,
under the floods, the overflowing riverbanks,
the melting tundra, under the assault of Big Industry
ravaging the earth for profit,
this is still Turtle Island,
her mother’s heart beating
for her many children.
Mother Earth still faithfully parades her seasons,
one after another, following the ancient rhythms
and cycles, even though we have forgotten how
to attune ourselves to her beat.
Generously she grows what she can on depleted,
flyaway soil, stoically she tries to hold
too much carbon, when we fell the forests
which are her lungs. When she can no longer
hold it, the skies dim, the temperatures rise,
the melting, the floods, the Armageddon fires
prophesied in ancient times
begin.
From the spirit world, our ancestors watch
with sorrowing eyes as the wild ones
flee flames high as mountains.
From the spirit world come laments
on a windigo wind at the plundering
of forest and prairie and river wild,
for oil, for greed, for the economy.
But there are no jobs on a dead planet,
no food on parched earth,
no fresh water, when the oil runs into
the last of our lakes and rivers.
I can hear the wild ones’ cries
as they seek safety they cannot find.
They know it is the Two-Leggeds
who have made this world
what it is. It is only the Two-Leggeds
who can save us.
This frightens them (and me)
more than anything.
We have so much to answer for... and we are the ones through the corporations we benefit in ways that seems to be the reward of being bi-ped... to have the privilege to understand and still continue to do it... I think it takes even more damage to understand what we are doing.
ReplyDeleteGosh - what a terrifying poem. It sent chills down my spine. Suzanne - of Mapping Uncertainty
ReplyDeleteA frightening picture of the ‘apocalyptic moment’, Sherry, which is so violent and destructive. These lines are so true:
ReplyDelete‘Mother Earth still faithfully parades her seasons,
one after another, following the ancient rhythms
and cycles, even though we have forgotten how
to attune ourselves to her beat’
and I can imagine the ancestors watching ‘with sorrowing eyes’. It is indeed all down to the ‘Two-Leggeds’ – a terrifying thought.
Sorrow is great in here. I just don't think there is forgiveness for the Two-Legs. Or hope. But we go on.
ReplyDeleteAh, there is so little hope. Two-leggeds have perpetrated so much evil.
ReplyDeleteThe two legged have brought much pain to our four legged friends. It is terrifying that they depend on us and in
ReplyDeletegeneral we have not been good stewards of the planet.
'there are no jobs on a dead planet,
ReplyDeleteno food on parched earth,
no fresh water, when the oil runs into
the last of our lakes and rivers.'
This is the part I really don't understand about the current madness: do those at the top of the food chain not see that they are under threat as well? No, let's build another pipline and plumb the last reserves of carbon from deep within the earth. It's like they wish to accelerate our destruction.
I don't think the blind will see ~
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