Degraded Liturgy

Degraded Liturgy
 
From above, hills,
                        wrinkled and brown.
On the ground is where,
                        wrinkled and brown,
            we trade shells and stones,
                                    listen.
 
Hills rain down fire
            and crazy-making winds,
                        rock shifts
ice melts                      hundreds
            of species disappear
each day.                      Marco
Call after call after call unanswered.
 
For today,        bare feet on the ground
            real dirt under fingernails
   our shells and stones    our    Marco
            will have to fill the silence
where responses should have sung.
 
 
S. Robbins, from Readings

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