Worlds Beyond Reach
There once was a sunset
without particulate matter.
The seas weren’t blue with plastic.
The sky wasn’t white with chemtrails.
Birds knew when the weather changed.
Trees knew how not to die.
Animals weren’t so extinct then,
or not so fast.
The world as it was:
beautiful jewel,
wonderful world.
Dance of Shiva
The tethers of your soul
do not belong in outer space,
with the thin air
of your misconceived plans.
The soil is dry
and full of toxins.
Turn it over in your ravaged hands.
You have the power right here.
Earth is not lost yet.
Pull your heads out of your asses
and take it to the streets,
before they, too,
crumble into toxic dust
beneath your ignorant feet.
The rat under Shiva’s foot
is your heart.
It can heal.
Explicit Literary Journal 