I feel
a small injured bird fluttering
in the heart of
my heart
The great ship of Earth
plows on
unmindful of bird, flutter
or pulse
She herself is hurting
an unseen broken winged
creature, sick
and so
alone
Humans are the weapons
that infect, ignite and
wring the life out of our planet
My eyes burn with rivers
and oh, my heart
Mother Earth, my heart
how it shakes
J. Pratt-Walter © 2020
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