Barkindji are weeping for their Baarka mother -
The water is rising when I wake, and at first, I forget.
Good old Australia
Natural disasters are on the rise. Some messes are unrepairable.
Look up! Any time of night / you'll see blinking lights / of airplanes crossing
Clear-cut/ Land improvement/ To selfish minds—/ “Development”
Earth tried to be the bright blue light/ in the Milky Way galaxy...
The smooth-us forest-lighten trees lose life blood...
Once,/ years past,/ white seashells/ beaded blonde shores.
The sound of dying trees/ they say/ is like pop corn/ popping