“So It Has Borne, So Shall It Be Borne” (poem)

People, busy people

Press the Earth beneath their feet

And give no regard

To the elements’ heart

The Lordship that brought them from the deep.

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The weight, the awesome weight

That Earth must carry is immense

Mountains for bones

And flora for clothes

And blood running out of its hands.

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Like children, petty children

We scar the Earth for sport

We give it shame

And carve our name

To claim a whole planet ourselves.

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The gift, the precious Earthly gift

Wrapped in trees and snow and water

That beacon, that home

Was built for the goal

Of the Scions to bear it in turn.