Burning the bodies of our ancestors to fuel our excess
Sacrilege, sacrilege, sacrilege the pistons say
Punching holes in our umbrella, shitting where we breathe
Apathetic, worn down, I drive my car 100 miles without apology
Idle, and watch their souls fly ozone-ward on the black of my exhaust.
Drink my BPA-free water, eat hummus and crackers
Sit by the shore and watch the offal beautiful upon the waves.
My drop in the bucket, it won’t save us now
Our desert, once grassland now cracked gator skin
Lakes exposing the suicide dead and schools of fish stranded, surprised
Sucking at the mud and air in wonder as their scales dry
The hot winds of change blow strong here.
Roads on Her Face 