Whatever I said that was bitter and burning
was not bitter or burning enough to describe
what we have been put through—
Earth, our Mother, and her children.
No words can be invented by a sane human mind
for the horror of this holocaust.
And still they go on—Madmen
stripping plundering gang-raping our Mother.
In a moment, She will brush them all away—
tiny termites that plagued the shack.
When it crumbles, floods sweep everything
away and the Sun turns rot to dust—
and there is nothing left to eat,
no one to remember house or man—
when homo sapiens is dead from the poison
he cavalierly heaped on the Earth—
and beauty, sweetness, mothering, birth
no longer exist. Only starvation
on a desert under a ravaging Sun
whose goldeny veil he tore from her face.
When there is no life left to kill—
no people or birds or cattle or fish—
will he be done yet?
from CONSCIOUSNESS (Regent Press, Berkeley, 2015)