Planet

Mother's breast, broad bosom of rocky earth,
the birthplace of all mad humanity,
a thin veil separating her from space,
variegated body of colors
swathed in white clouds, blue oceans, swards of green.

There is such a thing as unhealthy green:
we see such in the pollution of earth.
Poisons create vibrant toxic colors,
the by-products of sick humanity
pouring relentlessly out into space.

Now see our halo of garbage in space,
what obscures or discolors blue and green;
these are the sins of long humanity,
generations failing duty to earth.
See faces blush, shame burns in all colors.

Pestilence hurts worst the darker colors;
theoretically the rich have space -
they can flee to the sky and escape earth
when she is no longer strong, hale, and green.
O! think of each other, humanity.

Can new planets survive humanity?
Or will xenophobia kill colors
of strange species whether brown, grey, or green?
Do we even deserve to rise into space?
Have we not earned our burnt, bleak, scorched earth?

Perhaps new earth teaches humanity,
gives us space to love new colors of green.