Timely poetry

Dear Editor:

Our Mother Earth Dies

Your heart beats,

Earth, our mother,

Yet its pulse slows,

Do only I hear it, no other?

Your breath,

Once a wind so sweet,

Now toxic and cancerous,

You face defeat.

Your blood,

Once waters of life,

Thickens and congeals now,

With poisons it is rife.

Your body,

Mountains, deserts and plains,

Withers now,

‘Neath devastation and hard rains.

My eyes weep at what they behold,

For to your bosom I must return,

Yet what will be left of you then?

The lesson none did learn.

Barb Baszczynski,
East Garafraxa