This poem is a form of apology to Mother Earth for the daily grand rationalizations we tolerate in service of capitalism and The Economy, our won true God. I post this as wildfire smoke engulfs multiple states with killer air quality. Welcome to winning, American style.
Sorry, Mom
I got this
An off her I couldn’t refuse
What would it take
To kill my mother
A $100,000?
A million dollars?
A trillion dollars?
Being made
The king of the world?
What kind
Of amoral choice
In won’s weigh of life
To cast the die
The kneads of the most
Knot the few
You can’t make up such choices
What must
You take
For give
Too set atone
For the world
Pondering the buy and buy
More than
Just saying
In the end
Sorry, mom
Sorry, Mother Earth
