The Pain of
Being
I need to
know the earth will stay green
All of us
worshippers of sunlight, wind, and rain;
our bodies
wild, untamed, desperate for being.
Bears lumber
through yards thin and lean,
gnash their
winter teeth to lessen their pain.
I need to
know the earth will stay green.
The kittens
under the shed cry and keen.
Their mother
left. Her fur bitter, eyes insane.
Our bodes
wild, untamed, desperate for being
like the
squirrels that scuffle up the trees,
their hunger
drowned by the roar of an airplane.
I need to
know the earth will stay green
that the
rivers will never lose their gleam
and the
mountains will never wax or wane.
Our bodies
wild, untamed desperate for being,
tongues outstretched
to taste the ocean’s aquamarine
and smell
the wet musk of loam and terrain.
I need to
know the earth will stay green
with our
bodies wild, untamed desperate for being.
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