I wake, in early hours with gloomy meanderings.
A spiky virus wanders through and I watch it
despairing that it will ever quieten and agree.
Then a forest aflame floats searing my vision,
cresting the wave of self destruction as each
carboniferous death of a carbon absorber.
I slip sleepily into the comforting sounds of
a sea shore somewhere where the flow and
fall of tides rocks me ’til I surface fearful.
I lie there, tight muscles, a starter headache,
staring into an airless abyss where towering
trees crash to the gulping ground, and small
frightened folk disappear into smoke filled
zones, where the hottest hell ate their home.
Somewhere in a laboratory, an obligatory
effort is going on to find ways to quell those
spreading tongues and restore the fragrant
forests, or opening the way for a dying world
to yield heating carbon into holding containers.
I slide fitfully into a place of nightmare dreams
and try to recall the calm and peace of the blue
lulling sea calling me. And then I hear the screams
of women caught by fighting men and forced
from their freedom into slavery as extremist
Moslem wives. I hear their calls for help and
weep bitter tears of shame as I will arise and
live my day fearlessly and framed in love.
I restlessly try to form their cries into prayers
asking a God who they say is love to go there
and show the men that it is their shame to
treat God’s created beings by cutting back their
lives to be trampled on, their lives terrorised.
And still I cry, for why do men think they have
the power and control to cruelly treat women,
as worthless. I lay awake praying their pain.