We were dust and dirt, free falling to nowhere.
Gravity got the better of us and started to draw us together,
Weaving and gluing and mumbling “I think I’ll stay here”,
We began to choreograph a ballet around unheard of gods.
We began to form something larger, pieces of a portrait, short circuited.
Don’t call me out on it. Hold your tongue, lend an ear.
There really was light in the beginning, a glorious king called the sun, and noble planets obeyed him and bowed to his pull.
We began to get dizzy, so we slowed our circle, some lazily tilting on their axis, and lined ourselves up, ready to serve.
We grew from one of the soldiers named Earth.
Mere cells, but that was enough; We were alive!
We had succeeded, so we grew exceedingly selfish.
Confidence blossomed. Ignorance flourished.
And with that defiance, building blocks were formed,
Frames raised.
Years passed, and cells began to join, like the dust had Out There.
And shedding layers over centuries ’til evolution propped us up,
On our shaking legs we stood and ventured from the darkness.
There was a whole world laid out before us;
A buffet. Appetizing offerings for our starved eyes now made tender by light.
We had feasted on forests and oceans for too long,
There was land out there, with no hiding place, forcing us to lay fears on the table.
When the wind blew, the Earth breathed, and could sallow us whole.
We would have been certain if it weren’t for the grass,
reminiscent of poetry. Waiting for nightfall when we built fires, burning beacons.
Mimicking the pools of light in the sky overhead- stars made foolish by hope.
They burned on, an ego outstanding space and time, to reach us long after they had fallen to rest.
They were brazen things, those stars. But from them we drew maps, reaching out to years to come.
The maps proved useful. They guided our ships, lead us to conquer.
Helped us claim territory. They were spread on rough wooden tables in ill-lit compartments,
As drunken men stood around, plotting destinations, while ignoring the increasing illness in their mind.
The greed kept growing as they used their ships and maps and power to claim the Earth for themselves.
Everyone wanted to own a portion, and each wanted theirs to be bigger, richer.
Wars broke out and they too evolved.
From sticks and stones, to swords and arrows, guns, knives, bombs.
Right until we were here, in our modern day, which was the ‘new’ age.
No. We are the last age.
As we stand around watching people say goodbye in their native tongue, to generations before us and to their own families, we must understand that Earth is growing sicker.
It is sad, polluted, rabid with bitter hearts, cutting words spit over the surface.
And from our foundation of time, that counts away the seconds in the core, we have had a light to guide us.
From our king and establisher, to our flames and foolish stars, and now our light we took control over and called electricity, we have never been left in the dark.
But if we keep boasting our authority and all that we conquered, slowly crushing the earth and leaving her inhabitants in despair,
We will find ourselves crawling back to the forest we so powerfully left behind.
When we denounced its darkness and declared us better.
We will seek shelter, transfer our cells back to the surroundings, and be converted into one with our land again.
Until we have nothing but the memories of a planet we left in despair,
Credited to our illness, our need to control.
Those being the only words left in our hearts, madly beating as we divide,
And become nothing, except dust and dirt, free falling to nowhere.
