the wind is blowing again
ash on dead grass
a dry invasion, portent
species gone wrong
tall, ugly, denying fact
floating on every ocean
littering the sky, the earth writhes
an era of annihilation
sating hunger at the expense
of other species: bird, reptile, insect
a continuum the plants didn’t predict
harvesting carbon dioxide
making loam
red moon
blood moon
we thought they could be gentle
they could, they weren’t
clumsy, angry, stupid
it was unexpected
shifting the ecosystem
picking flea beetles
from dying, laced up leaves
setting fire for spite
dying for fun
we loved them we loved
them, we waited for carbon
symbiosis, the bloom
the flowering
but they were
uncultured, too fast
too rough, and we were
too soft.