Poison plagues

horizons where

waste gathers might.

Beset by all,

gods waft it away

then fall to their knees,

breathless.

~

Mother screams,

“It is not mine! It is yours alone!”

as she regains a sliver of green.

Complexion returns, then she sighs

knowing we will kill, again.

~

She searches the heavens

for comfort, uncommon here.

Finding allegiance in a weary sort,

just as tried as she.

~

Together they mine

from the depths,

pools of imperfection.

Deities create life

afford breath to

the masculine, the feminine,

the abstract.

~

Every-one, every-thing,

every, living, entity

hath not eternity,

only the promise of air.

~

And so goes on

the ebb and flow of creation,

idols giving, us

taking it away.

~

Such is the way of things,

until the moment we explode,

gods’ breath wafting us away.

~

©TammyHendrix 8/4/2021