It is time

All of Gaia’s creatures
are busy readying, 
waiting for the dawn like dusk
to gain the honor
to fight with love 
in the war against the death of life.

Every single blade of grass is gathering acorns with the squirrels
Every seed and every flower now pollinating itself

The woodpeckers are leaving the trees and saving their pecking 
for the concrete skyscrapers and bridges

Predators are teaching their prey their secrets and 
preaching on how to be stealthy and sharpen all teeth and weapons

Birds, big and small are trading their feathery wings for wings of fire
All reptiles becoming venomous, all mammals becoming Man-eaters

The ground is ready to shake Man off its face, 
with a secret ally in gravity, waiting to loosen its grip

Soil has learned to barren its fertility from Man’s farms
The water will drench but stop quenching Man’s crops

The bees are poisoning their honey
Cows infecting their milk

The moon ready to toss and turn aback its tides
The sun, bleaching its golden rays to blind-dark

Mountains and valleys are ready to swing up and down in playful sabotage
Oceans are now licking their lips, eying Man’s cities and shores as snacks
Every river, rivulet and creek is climbing upstream, 
every waterfall rising back up its fall
all gaining momentum, unbending power 
to break the dams that have choked their breathing

Can you see it?

Man defied evolution and hastily sped up the rate of extinction,
no matter at all, 
as all creatures now multiply in seconds on Gaia’s direction, defying biology, genetics, et al.

Gaia’s army is not made of individual soldiers 
like the ones filling Man’s poor and paltry barracks.
Her armor is one giant being, organism, connected, intersteeped 
and each species merely a limb, in service to her whole.

So Man, go ahead and cut a limb or two or a hundred to gain some sense of conquest. Go on boosting your numbers and thinking up robust warfare strategies and tactics. 
You can certainly try, try real hard but you cannot control her infinite hands nor get ahead of her simple and baffling plan.

Man, You will be defeated in the war you yourself started against life.
It is inevitable.

The question really now is, will all of Man perish? or will some of you, rewilded become one with Gaia again and earn your pardon from the impending execution of your own handwritten death sentence.

Can you hear it?

Gaia is gently but endlessly ringing her bells on your ears
The haze you feel in your eyes from waking or sleeping, needs wiped 
Your mind meditated or meandered a plenty need now only to re-thought
Your hands in prayer or pointing now need only to 
move the world of Man out of sight
Your hearts need shedding of all your stories
making yourselves empty and open repositories

If you cannot see her or hear her bells
you must fill your wounds, ears, and eyes
with sand, stone and slime
to make yourself whole again in haste.

Because it is time.

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One of the few anihilist poems that have come into and from my mindscape. I loved writing it and love reading it aloud again and again. I might even perform this someday, only Gaia knows.

I heard the word ‘intersteeped’ from Nora Bateson during a talk she gave in San Francisco. I use it here with a reverential bow to her ancestral lineage and her work.

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