When the Sun Kissed the Moon

When the sun kissed the moon on its way back from heaven

To slake its mighty thirst on the perpetual vigil she keeps

Observing worker ants scuttling and scurrying this way and that

Chaos giving way to bedlam in every corner of the globe

From Bondi Beach to Bluffs Cove, sunlight, storms, wind, and rain

Bleaching the earth’s soft downy duvet encrusting her mantle

With an evil toxic film which is destroying her and killing her slowly

As she spins out of control in a helter skelter of life beating death

Piercing her through the heart to the drumbeat of the humdrum of life

From the streets of New York to the white sands of a palm-lined beach

Polar ice caps are shrinking daily and rivers which are polluted by

Gluttonous fat cats dining out on their obscene wealth garnered

From over-farmed fields and over-fished oceans clogged with micro-plastic

So dense it becomes unfathomable and the fight to survive keeps

Strumming, beating, throbbing, and pulsating to the bloodline

Of our forefathers; hunter-gatherers. But have we foraged too much?

Ravaged, dismantled, spent, and destroyed this our Mother Earth?

Bit off the hand that fed us and spat it out, discarded it and left it to wither

Like a wounded animal crying out in pain, howling that banshee howl

That only a mother can feel when her offspring desert her and leaving her

Devoid of love. Callous and heartless in our quest to slake our thirsts

How much longer can the sun kiss the moon on its way back from heaven?

Until darkness closes in & the parched earth wizened and dry will not yield

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