We’re not doomed.
Just made to feel that way.
There are ways to stop this monster in its’ tracks.
They’re trying to build a natural gas pipeline
through some of the last wild-ish spots
in this area.
The few small bunches of acres
where flood waters still tear through
and where small lizards with blue heads,
dart quickly from shadow to shadow
on the sunny rocks.
When I think about that,
the gas companies with their poison chemicals fracturing our delicate and ancient bedrock,
it takes my breath away,
squeezes my chest,
so I feel like someone is either pressing on my ribs or tearing them apart.
And I think,
that is how our own sweet earth must feel,
as she’s torn limb from limb
in this insane scramble for
the last drops of
irreplaceable fossil fuels.
By any means necessary.
Thank you for listening,