mom called

I gave you your very life and breath

Nursed you from the fathomless womb

Islands of your fragile existence surrounded by the purest waters

Shaded you from the scorching sun with green living wings

All around you signs of my undying love

 

Soon you grew tall and strong

Fed on the fruit of reason

And proposed that if there must be good

Then there must be evil

And if there must be life

Then there must be death

 

You fancied yourself the Master of the Scales

Balance was yours to decide and impose

You raised the hands that you did not create

Against everything I built up for your sake

Iron and stone became the grail

And what once was to help was now to hurt

Nature and creatures who were to be your allies

Were now your targets

Unwitting enemies marked for extermination

Progress became the whore of your greed

 

Civilization is anything but civilized

 

Secrets stolen from my molten core

You murdered your brothers for their imagined worth

My skin crawls at the thought of your inhumanity

And thousands die in the quake which results

Their blood is on your hands along with my own

Thick and black and priceless in your eyes

But yet you still manage to put a tag on it

The fangs of your oil rigs violating me at every turn

Obliterating the witnesses of your destruction

They cry out against you from the air and the sea

You do not hear them for you don’t speak their language

But I hear them

You tear down their shelters to force them into non-existence

As you do with all those who refuse to bow to tyranny

But even dogs know not to soil where they sleep

 

I gave you everything that was good and beautiful and pure

And gently placed you in the midst of it all

And what a mess you have made of my work

Remember what you have heard since your youth

I brought you into this world and I will take you out

Nutrisco et Extinguo

I was your beginning and I will be your end

Alpha and Omega

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

 

I am the Mistress of the Scales

And balance is mine to decide and impose

When you find yourself buried beneath the rubble and waste

You will understand what disgrace you have caused me

How tired you have made me

And I will have my much deserved rest

And when you are finally silent and still

I will raise your younger brother

To inherit what you so carelessly threw away

And he won’t even remember your name

 

And then we shall see indeed

Who has the last word

 

 

March 2003