Angele Toomey Poetry

A different take on a traditional source of poetic inspiration…

The truth, unEarthed
This is a lone blue planet
Built on the bones of the departed
None of whom were pardoned.
We are trapped in this terrarium
This terror ad infinitum.
Every living thing waiting to return
To ashes and dust, in an endless churn.

This is a planet with an insatiable appetite
Needing to consume ever more life:
Plants, animals, viruses, bacteria
All eventually sacrificed at the altar.
This Gaia gives birth only to feed on her young,
As she has done, since time begun.