Poem: Wildfires

We had paradise, but burnt it down.
Vivariums turned to coals around
Which we roast and toast our souls
to feel apart of nature's whole
Again. But we are invasive.
We leech Eden of its shielded casing.

We expose her, Mother Nature,
To our flames and saws and greater
greed than we can sustain
And as she bleeds, we share in pain.

And so from each small catastrophe
We can sense ourselves in atrophy.