the sun's rays stretch
like yellow nicotine-stained fingernails
through the darkness of the day
across the body of the earth,
soothing shadows and light,
slinking out of view
the wind rises,
unharnessed,
untamed--
a second thought confronts
the sedation of the sun--
it rips through jagged grass blades,
tears loose leaves from tree limbs,
deflowering daisies and punishing delicate petals
with the fury of its rage
we emerge from the chaos in curdled clumps
forming fresh battle lines,
trampling endangered species while we march in formation
toward certain uncertainty--
searching for closure while picking off scabs,
in hopes of harnessing the power
of the earth...
we are steeped in devastation--
not knowing nor caring
that our liberties enslave the world
