Ecopoetic

The aching sky mourns in pain
And windswept gulls shriek,
To break the lonesome shame
Of the world-high mountain peak.

The world is toiling, grieving
In bonds coiled round its heart
All the earth is slowly boiling
Ingesting a poisoned dart.

The bloody, hating light
Boils on our fruitless works,
Sears our brains, and bite
Deep into blackened murk.

When swirling madness dies,
And rainwater cools the head,
When chill to land flies,
When we no more dread,

When land and sea are calm,
And earth no more detest
Perhaps we may pour balm
And the land again may rest.