For the land, I lament

Oh for man’s own land I lament.

These few months, these last days

Watching how blatantly we devour the earth;

How to money-blinded minds the oceans wail,

How the old flesh of the past

today burns out in pipes, choke, and black sadness,

Dying again; first by nature, now by our hands.

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