When my body is
dissolved and I am
there remains this planet:
blue, green, thin aired,
around a star at
the centre of eternity.
When my body is part
of the whole earth again,
there remains the challenge
of this world that is our womb,
our home, dropped in this cold universe.
I live this life as best I can,
and it is dependent, connected to
the cord of life: to the trees,
the fields with crops and the animals
that graze, kill, and burrow, but
give back what they have taken away.
When my body is given to the sky,
and my grandchildren live their lives
as best they can, what will this
breathing, living ball of rock
becomes as it moves in space,
as it finds its way to our end,
or to a beginning for all who
are to come?
The Prophet calls across
this fragile world with time’s message,
across the space that grows between
us all; calls for us to listen to the breath,
listen to the message spoken
We are doomed!