state of emergency

a poem originally written aug 15, 2018

state of emergency

The air is thick
weight on our lungs.
A gold into silver sun,
slices rays through our skin.
Fires burning entire ecosystems,
down.
The Grizzly, the Raven, the six legged; two leggeds too.
We know what is wrong;
claim to not know, what to Do.
–me