The Earth Dies, Screaming

When I started this, it was going to be a response to today’s FOWC. But I could feel the poem going away from that as I came up with this, instead. Having decided that this was standalone, I then deliberately dropped the prompt reference, which by then felt contrived anyhow.

When some more of our rubbish is thrown,
Mother Ocean lets out a small groan,
As we saturate, devastate,
Her sanctity violate,
Overcome by our testosterone.

I need to hit the reset button in my brain but will try to come up with a decent prompt response later.


  1. Sometimes it’s good when we come to that fork in the road…and take it. It sounds like the words had to be written. Short and direct on point.

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