if i don’t take something from you
ill take the other.
i’ll wash your oceans down to my essence
and eat the dirt that gives you life
the schools of fish shall go to my offspring
never to be born again
we’ll melt to the bone and scold one another
blaming the unknown for our deaths
the children will grasp their mothers' skirts
and ask them about the color green
that sight for sore eyes meant to comfort the newborn
but what is left for them is
the final dove that croaks its last song
and falls to the infinite dusk
how miserable it is to live this life
to be an accomplice in the murder of the world
Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .
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