Be Us the Sentinel
I sing to the Sun with a thousand songs to atone
For her loss of strength and glow that's faded thin
And has exiled the strength of her rightful throne
To convey the sunset in the demise of our children
I drift aimlessly with a thousand clouds turning
With the shapes and silhouettes of smoky Swans
That lament their tears for tomorrow's bleak yearning
Their fall from grace - their dying throngs
I dance with the moon with a thousand eyes to gaze
As it pales amidst a blanket of a trillion stars
Its beams of fire lies dormant - He hides his face
In the darkest corner of this shame of ours
I drown in the ocean of a thousand regrets
Submerged as its predicated horror presides
And life grapples with pollution and poison begets
The gasping in infested waters of mass genocide
I walk with the wounded earth of a million years
Its axis slowing with the pain of extinction
My gait is weighted and heavy - bitter with fear
As rain turns to acid and wind blows dull corrosion
I speak to the soil with ten thousand prayers
And weep with tears that water the vernal promise
To rise above the landfill graveyard's despair
To warm the buried seeds, that dwell and spate upon us
In the marrow of goodness and survival of forgiveness
Flourish flowers of splendor may still bloom with love
For the fruits of our labor are destiny's witness
That our end will sow a new dawning above
Beyond our careless travesties so willful to deny
Our garden-our sun, stars, moon and earth
This vile misdeed to nature's vigilance does cry
Be Us the Sentinel, the dutiful gardener to give life and rebirth
November 21, 2019
All About the Environment Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Lonna Blodgett | Year Posted 2019
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