September 24, 2010

Global Warming

Nothing else matters anymore.

Tears of blood run down my cheeks,

My eyes are drawn, encircled in black.

From somewhere inside, a guttural scream.

My chest is bear, open to the sky,

Arms wide apart, elbows bent.

My feet sink deep into the soil I love.

How can I ever dance again?

How can I look at nature in the eye?

Tear my jugular,

Pierce my heart,

Unwind my entrails.

I belong to the guilty generation.

There are no words

For the crime

Of converting paradise into a hell.

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