when the last tree burns by téa nicolae

 *poem published in the 27th issue of Balkan Beats, which centres on everything green and sustainable  ♥

when the last tree burns

 

and the last drop of water falls

when the soil dries and crumbles

and the Earth’s womb shrivels

when loss swells in the air

and death curls in the dust

there will be no one left to murmur

forgive us, Mother,

for defiling you.

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