PLUNDERDOME

When we were few,

Taking from the Earth

Was Sacred Sport.

The Felling Of a Mammoth, 

An Occasion for Joy and Obeisance.

Now we are many,

The Brutalities of our Plunder

Are Hidden from Sight,

Buried Deep 

Beneath the Facade of Civilization. 

We Live

Within the Plunderdome,

Sheltered from

Our complicity

In the Planet’s dismemberment.

When we were few,

We Abided in a Holy place. 

Our needs balanced 

By Offerings 

Made to the Earth’s Spirits.

Now we are many,

We take Heedlessly

In a frenzy of Profane Consumption. 

Its Spirits Denied, the Earth 

Has turned to consume its Ravishers.