This Summer (2020)

This Summer (2020)
July arrive, hot and sweaty,
escaping lockdown,
gradually easing itself into
summer’s swelter
while occasional comfort zones
gently swaddle our shock, our fear
once more.

But the flowers bloomed,
creatures mated, life seemingly 
went on, ignoring our plight,
reveling in new found silence,
freedom from death machines 
on road and in the air.
How many moths can one plane kill?

We watched the numbers
on flickering screens
the indexes of death
and pestilence, devastating
our known world.

This too will pass,
the madness, fingers pointed
fears realized,
denials no longer deniable.
We will all die. Many do daily
from our choices, greed,
wilful blindness. Misdirections
by media, by those in power with,
vested interests prevail.

So many plans laid waste,
a future that will never be
ours anyway, seemingly,
snatched from our hands
in cruel jest and confusion.
We thought we could conquer
the world, but Gaia knows best,
shrugs off our concerns, hers are
far greater anyway.

We, her errant offspring,
loved though we are, have become
too unkind, too selfish, species centric,
too unruly to continue. Our rope
was too long perhaps, or we
refused to count its fraying ends.

The elements reclaim their own
fire, earth, air and water all rage now,
rebellion and violence against its
would be masters, our wanton blindness,
our casual desecration of our own
Heavenly realms, of our own ignorance
to the gifts we were given.
All I can do is weep; hope left a while back.