Aches & Pains

Nature has never bled
As much as it has this year.

And if you heard it calling
Would you cry with it,
Save it,
Or continue to destroy it?

The dirt is getting darker.
Our cells, evaporating.

You pour wine,
Under drifting clouds.

Volcanoes in the sky.

What have we whisked in these sacred hollows?
Just the mineral of bones.