The Last Guard

He is valiantly soft persisting
the last guard he stands resisting
My lone cicada holds post fast
As summers last day has now past

His rhythmic chirp my metronome
reminding me I am in his home
as if he knows my need of him
he lingers firm not upon a whim

It signals me my place is small
in the greater scheme of natures all
his droning songs feed every verse
I know I'm dust speck in this universe

The time to take, to bleed our home
of all Her bounty her fertile loam
has long since expired now so will She
if we do not stop the bleed, let her be

It well may be too late as is the case
As 'man' frantic sets off on space race
Seeks out a new fresh and outer world
To what? Again his poison gas unfurl?

If we have killed her slayed our Mother
beyond the point of lasting recover
harsh it may seem but our bed we made
now lie in it is our future paved and laid.

For my children's children I do softly cry
teach them, beseech them to know why
our lovely Mother is coming fast undone
man will lose it all until remains no one.

We failed her failed indeed to set aside
our hunger and greed sure did override
now my last cicada stays to remind me
it's his home too nature will outlive "we"

J.C. honey-tiger 06/05/2019.