Dancing on the Ruins
I see the Earth's bones
when I look at the hillsides
covered in green
but I would rather recall
the woman who smiled
touched my arm in greeting
last night or the other one
a few days ago
the Amazon who hurried
from table to wait station
smiling, carrying orders
to hungry children
parents
I see the earth’s skin naked
sand and rock
when I look at green valleys
but I would rather remember
the sound of flute
guitar and mandolin
in the pub in the woods
the musicians singing
people dancing around
a makeshift maypole
bumping each other
to make rough contact
I see the earth dry, parched
when I look down the road
but I would rather stand
with the riff-raff who plan
a future green with hope
for the poor and the Earth
and her rivers and oceans
and who look forward
to dancing on the ruins
of corporations and empires
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