Gaia's Death

Starburst from a mid-night sky, jettisons dreams from the sky-web. Imagination's flight can be terror for those who would cloud sky with plutonium-rot. Grandmother Spider's tears soak Earth's belly with toxic rains; her sky-web glistens with crystal tears. If not for the trees belching grayed-out oxygen; no life could survive. Tree branches wipe Grandmother's eyes; each night fewer crystals adorn sky-web. Grandmother's tears, plummet through acid skies to a "Nuked" womb... a ball of micro waved...uterine...dust.