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Hello, my friends,
is anyone there?
I need someone
to come repair
my shattered biosphere.
The ocean’s clogged
with plastic sludge,
the beach is cut
with broken glass,
my raging fever
melts the ice
and all the while
my insides churn
as ancient trees
are turned to tables,
wild creatures
robbed of fur
their heads mounted
on walls.
I sob aloud
and strain to breathe
the muddy air
my tears are lava
running through your villages
I’ve lost my balance
can’t control
the atmosphere
it spins and bawls
across the plains
I quake apart
your buildings fall
the dust roars through
our sacred land
my voice grows hoarse
but still I call out
desperately –
Can you hear me now?
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© 2013, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Re-posted from 2013)
Image from “Bing” free art.
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