“Ashen death. BEATEN greenless. Washaway oceans – no longer blue…”
words that cascade down the window of the car,
emitting carbon – little smokey stones stumble, tumble, roll,
crash into the faces of the criminally insane – the inhabitants.

Giant white masses melt and charge – fleeing from the world,
Of evoked, provoked devastation.

Purple and gray,
Black and blue,
She fades, sways, and prays,
As microscopic ants torture and steal –
Little piggies, they are, squeal and squeal,
Until she collapses and kills.
Them all.

They should have listened to the stars.
They should have listened to the screams of death,
From the belly of the Beast,

The womb of the planet -
No longer sustains life.