I reached out with my burning hand,
Trying to snuff out this mass extinction,
My flaming feet transformed into burning sand,
As 50,000 species disappear, void of redemption.

Viewed from space, earth appears serene,
Deep blue ocean, lofty cloud, kaleidoscopic land,
Yet far below, a dismal planet, so much unseen,
Modern kind guts the nest, the gutting knife in man's own hand.

Short years ago, accompanied by sweet nature's sound,
Millions lived, Amazon dwelling, rain forest was home,
Noxious gases, warming seas, wild waste, pollution found,
Now each passing year, 50,000 fewer species, under the dome.

Come 2100 A.D., if man is still alive,
If blue oceans have not breached the castle wall,
If birds still sing, if fish still school, if frogs still thrive,
Perhaps human-kind may regard that holy sacred call.

Tipping point, beyond the thrust of no return,
Each sunrise tilts this fragile world towards the chasm edge,
Flat earth was but a dream, hatched in those days of empire concern,
Yet fear, slipping o'er the hidden rim, made men wary of that mythic ledge.

Now the Dodo bird is gone, passenger pigeons, that seemed heaven sent,
Right whales once scarfed untold numbers of fat Atlantic cod,
Mysterious capelan spawned, sated puffins crooned, dressed by nature's skillful bent,
Mutation forms a foreign footing, transmogrifies our blessed pod.

Bright stars, twinkling galaxies, gaseous nebulae revolve,
God's wrath released, let there be light, scribing this hallowed tome,
Yet man's two hands, bewitched by nature's garment, savagely evolve,
Crimes beyond our earthly station, corrupts hearth, destroys our blessed home.

Survival, air, water, soil, a congenial mix,
Constitutes venerated life, sacrosanct by the word of God,
Terror, terrorists, annihilate this hallowed fix,
Hubris, greed, seven deadly sins, court this demonic nod.

Time and space, life too, is short,
Deserts grind man's fallacious faith, the race we ran,
Untold storms raze this once charmed court,
Dogma builds our funeral pyre, resulting in a burning man.

Before I went blind,
I thought that I could see.
One dark and selfish night it came to mind,
my vision was impaired by clouds,
confused by a stormy sea.
Upon waking in the shrouded morning,
as God's blazing sun was setting,
just as that torrid sea was mourning,
while the tide was ripping,
tangling fisherman's lost and twisted netting,
I sputtered, my pulsing heart stumbled,
tripping out of dream's warm bed.
Suddenly, in that stead, I was humbled,
falling headfirst into chaos,
my legs crumpled,
like my being was filled with lead.
Laying there, confused,
on that hardwood floor,
bloodied and bruised,
I swallowed hard,
not knowing if time was standing still.
Is it simply me, or just my abrasive core?
Faltering, with my swollen mind,
my broken jaw, where thought inclined,
where words once slickly cruised,
across my whetted palate,
followed by ticking seconds,
filching proverbs like a waterless rill.
Miraculously, as morning light began to fade,
I gasped, sucking rich steaming marrow,
from deep within the dark moon's secret hidden valley.
In retrospect, I writhed, tasting guarded blood,
spilled upon that ancient barrow.
I tried to rise, wincing,
plunging again, until at last,
my blackened eyes shut,
closing out the pain of that loathsome lifelong tally.
Shutting out that earthly fight,
as heaven's chorus hummed religious lies,
making me shiver, my hot blood curdled,
creaming across that shining floor.
Minutes passed, flowing o'er that broken hurdle,
with its busted ties.
Breathing hard, I counted hours,
wishing, hoping, for something more.
As the drifting sun beamed,
heralding in the vacant afternoon,
tea and biscuits were generously served,
on a gleaming silver plate.
Sipping better brew, nibbling stale considerations,
seeking sustenance and clarity,
my wounded soul flew recon,
reconnoitering across hell's flaming gate,
what seemed my final, tortured fate.
Groaning, en masse, all the souls from all the worlds,
moaning, demanding heaven's parity.
Once a problem, all those challenges,
that honesty and truth compare,
washed up on distant shores,
with their radio-active backgrounds,
curtailing goodness, remanding thoughtfulness,
grinding love into despair,
chopped and flensed, like endangered whales,
drowned by raging cyclones, shipwrecked,
lost at sea in fathomless sounds.
Afternoon waned, inviting sombre evening,
dressed in oil and vinegar,
existing simply that humankind might hail,
departing from the imaginary sun.
Yet streaming consciousness gained a foothold in those rugged ramparts,
tugging at my flimsy heartstrings,
even as those last rays of light left me,
once again in that cold, dark realm,
I wondered if new day would come,
would chance be at the helm?
Bleeding still, I crawled across that sober, sultry room,
towards an unseen door, gathering all my failing courage,
not believing what eternity promised,
chewing on bitter bits that life brings.
Beaten, hopeless, I felt existence quickly leaving,
still, as morning surely comes,
conviction gripped me by the collar,
dragging me forward,
steering me shoreward,
knowing there was surely more.
Unbeknownst, night descended,
bathing me in velvet dreams.
Songs I'd ne'er heard filled my deafened ears,
visions of cosmic joy remitted sin. 
Paramount, the Hand of God reached out,
or so it surely seems.
Such gentle touch, healing first, my bloodied wounds,
brushing my stone-blind eyes with sacred balm,
mercifully silencing that deafening din,
awarding blessed calm.
Thus charitable Spirit hovered over me,
caressed my prurient soul
Holy Ghost, ascended, forgiving,
relinquishing life's dreaded toll,
gifting me such welcome sight,
ethereal air, suffused compassion,
reflecting supreme power, divine faithful light,
illuminating that perfect lotus flower,
life's glorious passion,
unveiling discord's blemished night,
just so I might see.