Savage Planet

multicellular
clinging to the ocean floor...
ediacaran.

distant relative
my ancestral memories
of sister fauna

she tells me to thrive
by turning with the sunlight
and opening up.

her dance teaches me
to drift… and go with the flow.
the current provides.

she needs no hard shell—
no chin to hold high, no nose
to stick in the air.

everyday a dream
of evolution and change
her goal was to grow.

look how far we’ve come
we hunt and gather ourselves
soft corpses wasted

no territory
was threatened, no way of life
she would take nothing.

we say we evolved
as we harvest each other
fighting the current.

leaking iron sap
face down on the asphalt: gone.
she needed a shell

that could stop the hate
lock the door and hide: it comes
the angel of death.

shout “evolution!”
and lift up the holy dead
singing praise and love

but not for you or
you or you or you. for you...
a savage planet.