Your mighty task is tough I’m sure,
and I often wonder- why bother?
Secretive stars plead the fifth
projecting their nightly show despite
desperate pleas from this inquisitive young girl.
So please tell the truth,
albeit my interest is naive
but I do truly believe
I just might be
the only being
that’s sympathetic to your daily plight.
The last ears that hear
your cacophonous cries loud and clear,
you unleash a Niagara of tears
for the forsaken Earth.
Once so near
It defiantly steers clear
from the iron grasp you’ve held dear all these years,
which wanes more and more
with each passing year.
Your stifled sobs threaten to buckle
knees knocking beneath
the weight of a millennium’s fatigue.
Yet the timeless pride prevails
shouldering your burden, to no avail.
Each morning I wake, I hold my breath,
wondering if today will be the day
newspapers announce tidings of our death.
The day that you forget to hoist
Mother Earth up onto your chest,
In which case
six billion souls will rise from bed
gone are the songbirds, and in their stead,
a darkened sky looming overhead
the sun asleep for eternity in bed.
This absent dawn shall cause mighty distress,
every nation crying out in protest
mingling alongside mute songbirds,
as all of the Earth’s creatures
beg humbly for forgiveness-
beg for a “why”
cursing humanity that has taken you for granted
since the dawn of time.
I can see the conflict in your eyes
it’s as transparent as thin ice.
For who else is willing to shoulder such a place
which runs rampant with chaos and sin?
Overrun with creatures who expect.
Please, I just want to understand-
tell me, why
you have yet to abandon your noble post?
Can’t you hear that mother weeping?
An orphaned child’s confused cry?
A city holding it’s breath as fighter jets paint the sky?
Have you gone blind?
Can you see the reflection of the Atlantic in your shoulders of gold?
Have water droplets rolled down onto your forehead
from melting polar ice caps-tell me, are they cold?
Has the planet’s rotation grown slow?
When will it all end-tell me, do you know
When this black hole will fold once and for all?
Did you bear witness to the Great Flood
and if so-how long did the soil turn to mud?
Haven’t you heard of the saying “when in rome”
I bet you have-
but still you refuse to let go.
Have seen the news today?
The moon just proclaimed
a newfound refusal to glow
he took off
on a comet with Sally yesterday
and they say that the honeymoon
is about twelve galaxies away.
The Big Dipper and The Milky Way are on strike
and The North Star snuffed out her beacon of light.
Blades of grass refuse to drink
Deflating clouds are beginning to sink.
The seven seas have surrendered
to charismatic loudspeakers
preaching up and down the city streets
as the citizens of across global straits
butter toast with ignorance
and breakfast with hate.
Christians, Jews, Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims
together share one universal belief.
All claiming knowledge of our Ultimate reality-
centuries ago they met
with He who is responsible it all,
He bestowed upon them a golden key
the end-all to controversy.
Somehow it was misplaced, almost immediately
the guilty party has yet to claim blame to this day,
a global blunder, where’s Nancy Drew when you need her?
I apologize again for my battery of questions, good Atlas,
I beg you, help me rein in these manic thoughts
so I can sleep in peace for once.
I just want to know why-
Was it worth it?
Were you guilted into this mess?
Or, do you simply find it easier to try-
instead of saying goodbye?