Murmur #6 (Gaia)

 

I’ve seen it in the bottom of a tea-cup.

In the way the bones have fallen,

And in the future revealed by the Elder Futhark.

It’s written in the stars;

In new migratory paths of the Eastern Curlew.

And reinforced by the southward movements

of the Alaskan Timber Wolf.

 

The solitary Blue Whale sings about this end.

Maybe I’m entering my menopause?

Perhaps it’s an epigenetic thing?

Whatever it is, its not a single trigger.

I’m getting angry, at times, violent.

At other times simply disappointed,

in your failure to understand.

 

I can’t provide you with support,

not for much longer anyway.

I’m changing and it’s permanent.

We cannot continue this relationship –

not the way it’s currently arranged.

You are going to have to change your ideas,

Or I will not be here for you – your choice.

 

You need to embrace new energies.

Tidy up my oceans and the water I provide.

Stop polluting my soils with plastic and poisons…

… just clean up after yourselves!

If not –

I’m going to have to ask you to leave.