mutable Earth
Perhaps we are in the hallway
of a great reckoning.
Mother Earth is old, tired, sick
of slatternly bastard brats
pulling her teats, calling
rude names,
fucking her over and over
Mad Earth grumbles loudly,
threatens to rescind Her bounty.
Men of ill will, men of destiny,
no interest in acting honorably as good
stewards of God’s Creation,
proudly proclaim their birthright
to pillage, to plunder, to prey upon
chaos, annihilation.