extinction

By Kate Marco

the universal truth,

that everything begun,

eventually will end,

weaves a thread of passage,

back and forth

throughout humanity,

and yet,

it’s the doing and undoing,

that happens in-between,

that we celebrate or grieve.

we’re disappearing in the present,

against a backdrop of extinction,

our shadow dance projecting,

dark silhouettes of greed,

devouring the future,

as we continue falling,

into an age of less.

just this winter past,

we stood on dry hard ground,

waiting for the snow

and the rains

that never come.

now we float our begging bowls,

on a river barely running,

a river we can walk across.

I have felt the loneliness,

that follows children grown,

a feeling of an ending,

a loss and disregard,

deep within my heart.

and I imagine oceans rising,

are not just from melting ice,

but from a grieving mother earth,

crying for her children lost.