you have the Darwin awards
that you wily survivors may
feel better about yourselves
clothed like irony
in the intelligence of your decisions.
oh sad species
unclip yourself from false reflections
and wash, nay scrub, clean my air
of your putrid carbon abuse.
run your tea strainers through my oceans
like lice combs through the
sweet smelling hair of children
and in punishment eat your plastic
as innocent creatures have done.
let it fill up your bowels
with a thousand years of regret
and then, with stomachs aching,
turn to tree planting.
exhume from my soil
your centuries of disrespect
and pay homage with your tears
to these tiny green saplings
that they may flourish, grow strong
birthing a second Renaissance
where nature is art
and science is education
and Earth’s health is paramount.
then your womb's fruit
shall safely prosper
in this orbit of my content
Written for Earthweal