Crawl across the spine of Earth
drink the cooling blue of her blood
kiss the green softness of her body
show her the beauty of being alive
as she has gifted you,
yet you have not returned.
Oh constant abuser,
burning her skin with discarded waste
and half put out cigarette butts,
could you find the decency
to pick it all back up
mend the pieces fully
rather than a half-ass apology
trailing moments of healing
but not wholly repairing
the damage you’ve left
creating a lasting scar
on the sacred breasts
you’ve garnered life from?