Anthropocene from Altar Girl by Altar Girl

flames lick the heels of
the forests where we used to play
so still and so serene,
now it's ashes to the breeze
no time for alarm.
fan the flames, pay their rent
salvation will be handed down
from a gilded room with

a monied man, who will catch us in
his diamond hands
with his piss drinking frown,
we all fall down

you can't just stand there holding your breath,
as the soil’s falling over our heads
so many idle hands
despite the death in the Holocene

planes dive to the gorge
can you feel the weightlessness
between their fragile wings?
mid day, blood red sun
are we supposed to believe
that the cure is the sickness?
you ask "are we about to die"
I don't want to know the truth.

and everyday I wake and bathe
in spite of our fate
with the earth, the wind, the water,
and this fire inside me

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