May we see the folly of our ways...

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