We are diggers
excavators
extractors
scavengers,
peeling away
suctioning
remains of millions
of years of decomposition.
Layers of moss, sedge, shrubs
decayed in wetlands over millenniums,
peat bogs habitats
of orchids and cranes,
dug and drained
for potting soil mixes, and
fuel.
Black rock called coal,
once peat millions of years ago,
scraped from underground seams
to be voraciously consumed
until sullied by smog,
outshone by petroleum
and liquefied fumes,
once prehistoric life
compressed by rock
for millions of years.
The earth bears riches
so we look down,
we still dream of stars,
heaven,
flying in the wind,
yet we look down
to dark pits,
enthralled
by profit’s spin
not heeding the shrill siren call.
©2017 Ontheland
Ontheland 
enthralled
by profit’s spin
Nice touch.
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Wonderful poem, Janice. I think if we could destroy the stars, we’d do that too. I wish we’d look down and see our sustenance. 🙂
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Thank you…you’re so right about the stars…what a thought…energy is all around us in the wind, in the heat and light of the sun and we know how to use it
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It would so easy to lift our heads and look outward but we just don’t. We get in a rut. Thanks for this eloquent reminder.
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Yes it is a bit of a rut… many of us want to change and there is some momentum happening and hopefully we’ll look to the key powerhouse above us (sun) and pick up speed.
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Janice this is a powerful message. You are building up to a publication I think.
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Thank you Denis :))
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Marvelous! 🌹🌹🌹😎
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Thank you 🙂
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