Mother

We are past the point of fixing and healing our mother.

Her oceans smell of rot as each life lost is cast ashore

Even with seeds, her dirt poisoned & unable to support life as it had

Our music, phones, life, they keep us from seeing what is.

The selfish hoards of humans scour the face of this...place we call 'home'.

With each day we live, our Earth kills us off, one by one

Every event, each earthquake, each storm that passes through.

Mother is scolding her Children for being so thoughtless...