The Shaman of Modernity

She put herself out there Alone, cleansed from the stink of the city She perfects the art of quieting one's mind The fading blah blah blah's, a relic of "Civilization" She hears slight groans from above and below A sickening wrench to her heart The transmission is unanimous "STOP!!!!!", "PLEASE!!", "THERE'S STILL TIME..." Cedar, stone, and river feel the break coming If only the stewards renewed their vows to Terra From out of the black she snaps awake, eyes of terror, urgency and hope It is clear to her what she must do, no alternative She must return to the metropolis she loathes To rally the spiritually dead, to reconnect them to planet frequencies She sacrifices herself for her love of the land and the hope of her brethren