Shadow Dance
Poetry by Gill Schwartz
DYING MAN ON A PERISHING PLANET
Such anger, such grief.
What's to do on a dying world?
My blood grows thick and toxic as the seas turn to slime.
My soul grieves as the songbirds and butterflies perish.
My heart wrenches and screams as millions cry their torment.
Forests die while the air is fed fumes and toxins.
Half mankind strives to kill the other
as wanton technology empties nature's resources,
drowns any words of healing
and draws threat closer and closer.
How to find courage to overcome relentless threat
and honor my visions and poems.
How to help strengthen others with the gifts I've received
when my very soul turns to waste and grave.