Gaia squirms beneath,
her skin erupts and shifts
her wounds laid open to the infection
of man kinds advancements.
She was a gracious host,
begged we take only as needed,
the old tribes of the world listened-
new society took advantage.
Parasites cling to her
feeding off her body,
sucking her lifeblood,
removing her protection.
Though she revolts and scratches
though her weathers change
she cannot shake loose
the common human flea.
Her salvation plummets through the cosmos
unheeding of her plight.
She tries with all her strength
to get into its path.
Terminal as she is she wishes:
a quick end, not a slow death
beneath the feet, under the yoke
of a world that cannot afford to care.
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And all will be restored.
