Bleeding Selfish

                                            Indonesian rainforests-Writingasitcomes

A rumble of silence creeps
into the veins of
tangible pain, numbing senses
temporarily
while corruption still tortures.

Our touch contaminates
until we sicken
nature’s soft noise –
drowning against
humanity’s sonorous roar –
animals need to sleep
amid our mess.

Tribes and wildlife and ecosystems need to exist –
amid our mess, not endure enforced extinction.
We have made some
of the biggest mistakes
of our existence.
But we are who we are,
and mistakes will happen
until we are no longer here…
amid our mess.

Simmering Changes

Hot and cold,
warm and mild
until the sun strikes
her golden child,
and hurtles us off course
while the wind sends us chasing
after our own off beat feet,
ablaze and blistered.

Frost and blizzard
hail and ice
until the sun strikes
not once but twice,
and calls a thaw of peace
while we drown in the melting ground
filling up our heaving chests,
crying and dying.