The kindness in the tides:
a lie
We drowned before we swam
Things that wash up on the sand
Now perfectly brown
and bland
While the same sand in timeglasses
Squabbles over which was last
or fastest
The earth divorces
Down main roads and golf courses
Leaving trees and tees and work forces
To decide custody and resources
Mud slides, fires, floods
Wars, bloodshed and more shed blood
We breath and undo the work of her trees
Pollute the air further and curse the disease
Build up, drill down
Stitch flags, forge crowns
Blast off, touch down
And wonder why the moon frowns
She will take all of us back
Piece by person by piece
In thise messy Natural attacks
To reclaim the beast of her autonomy back
Gravity languid but abound
We are tethered to the ground
And so too the fate She will propound
Indeed we are indebted
Regret it