We spin, in tune with her soul.
Axis’s weakened – her two Blackened Poles.
Breathing and gasping, losing control.
Prints of greed and melting snow.
Her elegance-in all purity,
and saint like disposition
have become scarred and disgraced.
her obligations to us.
Fighting this infection,
her wordless movements of caution are rejected in vain.
A heroine in all her right, protector and saviour,
and restorer of sigh.
Toxic soil, the products of coal.
Mines-now crevasses deep within her soul.
Her heart strong, but body frail.
There will be a day when she is no longer able.
We are too blind to see,
we have become earths worst enemy.