We have the coma inducing nerve to call coal clean
and the destructively selfish audacity to name dandelions weeds
We click, clack, tip, tap our way around the world with a screen and a net,
but blank when we face the rape, plunder, and violation we have let.
Our rainbows should shrug their pastel suits and suit up, bows in tow, and rain white hot light;
Our overcast skies should cast hooks over flesh and rake till we resemble mesh.
There are more germs in your body than human bodies on Earth;
You are a host being hosted by the planet we’ve toasted.
Our father gets the credit and calls us indebted.
Our mother is warning us of the warming us
and we ignore and pretend, pretentious and unafraid to offend.
Mother is no liar and even a monk pushed too far has no choice but to light a fire;
She is willing to burn for her children that do not learn.
We shoot up, veins aflood with our mother’s blood.
Being pushed from the nest,
we’ve become a greedy guest.
Our documents were falsified for every land we plied;
Ground cannot belong to those who come along.
All ask how to heal the hollow so that we too may follow;
Fevered and boiling in instinct,
She answers us, “Extinct.”