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