Changes
Dandelions spreading, the humans crush after crush,
the wolves lurking for food they chomp after chomp.
They look around looking for people not to ruin innocent wolves’ lives, equals to none.
Presence looks back; there I look into the abyss
of trees crushed and standing. I tell a wolf to run, leap
and bound over the hedges, leap to the moon of the blue clouded sky, the abyss, dark deep space filled with happiness and sadness. Oceans being ruined, plastic excels for death after death. What have we done?
By Diarmuid