Like a lung cancer victim
who knows his days are numbered
and continues to smoke twenty a day
so we cut them, with a keen and suicidal vigour
hoping to pulp them into money before
it loses all value
and the only currency we have
are those survival staples:
grain and seed
the air we breathe.
The true carbon cost of all human activity
is measured in lungfuls of air:
the dying breaths
of a planet
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Written for earthweal
This week, Brendan asks us to do the following:
For this week’s challenge, let’s spend some time and thought in our hearts with trees, for nurture, communication, grace and grief. You decide.