By Mike O’Connell 

earth requires a pause,
now and again, to just
breathe. explosive centuries,
screams of drills, poisoning
exhausts, releasing zombie
dinosaurs to fuse with the atmosphere,
radioactive dust that cannot be washed
away. there is no, nor will there ever be,
an away. this is our only planet and
we have run her till the engine is
overheating, surfaced her with a
colorful plastic film, reflecting our
manufacturing offal on the burning
clouds, until she sputters and dies,
or runs into the sun.