The Way Things Are in the Sky, A Poem by KM Willens

from California

I was walking and I saw
Clouds a-frightening to behold
They hadn't the blest touch of nature's hand,
shaped so the heart will understand.

Instead shaped like demon vessels
slick, misshapen, greazy, gruesome --
with none of those monstrosities
could i ever be a twosome.

And I pondered the reasons why
men would choose to have us die,
and what lay at the bottom
of this strange and particular problem.

Oh I had pondered here, and pondered there
asking why, but people didn't care
They're much, too much occupied
to glimpse the horror happening in the sky.

No one knowing nature, and loving her
Could ever, not for a moment, consider
that these sodden, not-quite-white masses
are anything but toxic gasses.

The birds, the bees, the trees, you and I,
The animals, the oceans, the forests, the fly,
The salamander, the horned owl, the porcupine --
All these lives will suffer, all these lives will die.

But what are they doing it for, you might care to know.
Why are these planes carrying on so?!

I believe they are there to alter you and me,
to alter all life so that it cannot be free
to express the life that lives inside, the life created and blessed by God.

What are we to do you might want to know.
How can we change things, to whom can we go?
Who will listen? Who will observe? Who will ask -- what is being served?

If not you and I, then life as we know it, will surely die.