Wrapping My Soul

 Wrapping My Soul

I wrap my Soul

Around a Creek

Away from from Headings

Humans now seek

A Catipillar crawls

On a Fallen leaf

Seeking a Future

Toward Nature's relief

More of This

More of That

On our tapping Shoes

And tipping our Hat

Life moves on

Some very small, some large

Adapting and accommodating

And we left on Our Extinction Barge

Some reach for Space

Some reach for Tech

But in the End

Nature says "What The Heck"

Rabid Poet

Now What

 Now What

Now what

We all say

Missiles in the air

Chemicals on the way

People fleeing on foot

Few places to go

Hiding in basements

No water to flow

Now what?

Is there an end

To this horror

Their missiles now send

When all buildings are leveled

Andl humans not a lot

Will they be satisfied

With a silent Now What?

Rabid Poet