Mother’s Hospital Bills: The world is burning

The sepals to the petals
Like linen loin cloth on man
The start of an empire
The roots of mankind

To return the favor
we watch the pine needles
fall to the floor

we burn the forest
dismissing
the life
so like the one
within.

ignored
Until we’re calcified shell
And the carbon flowering

Feet under
We are the planter
The transformation of energy

we’re the greenery
Here for man to pillage
To conquer nature
Would be to conquer

Humanity and all
An implosion
Until everything
Gone.

The homes, the foundation
The family
Built from the
Collective life
something to nurture

For without
nutrients for sustenance,
paper for poetry,
There
Would
Be

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