Tierra Sin Steward

land the once sacred is now land the scarred
in too much light veiled is hidden the starred
pollution of light, the night, above and below
what room is left for the seeds that we sow?

the concretely and chemically clean wiped veneer
along which harsh vibrations induce dread and drear
whichever direction, the wheel will mis-steer
dying land mowed down, that much is now clear

we must trust a blind human to see the way
our split-able attention proves vision a delay
forgetting unseen beauty, for the suburban scene
all the pesticides, envy no longer is truly green

we know water is life but enough aren’t thirsty
corporations then can control it—only the worst see
water’s value unseated, and more biology deleted
this genocide of our own making nearly completed

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