On seeing that we may have already reached some tipping points, while in some strange way, most of us, for the most part, go on about our lives as if nothing's wrong, I wrote this tanka sequence.
Sacrificial Reasoning
Oh ravages that
Brightly burn, causing us to
Choke on our old ways,
Our selfishness, our utter
Flagrance of Mother Nature.
May the strange light you
Cast over hill and dale and
Over forests, seas;
Now lifeless wastelands of grief,
Testaments to destruction.
May this welcome us
To our knees, where nakedly
We’ll build altars from
Ash fused with our blood and tears,
See we’re the lambs we offer.
Jill M. MacCormack