For Gaia

Let’s start.

Yes, let’s start

With a murder of Crows

Picking clean the meat,

Sucking the marrow too

From the bones of our indifference.

Let’s take the next step and

Seek counsel from the parliament of Owls,

Beg that sentinel of wisdom

Sear through the cold shadows we cast

And hope for their benevolence.

Let’s find our ‘welcome home’

In the kindness of Ravens,

The soft curling edge of their wings

Wrapping around our wrath

With their impeccability.

Let’s finish the shameful dream

With an exultation of Larks,

A choir strung through the watery sky

Of well deserved tears

And merciful reclamation.