Plundered

Plunder our earth and
make brittle the very core of us, where
fragile homes may shake and
crumble into dust
all for a plume of fuel.
Cover the sun,
shelter from the wind,
turn your back on the sea and
pretend they are not happening or 
that they are alternatives.
Crack the ancient earth,
let water be tainted,
line your pockets with the shale-soaked notes.
To the towns that have cried no,
we are with you,
and to the suits that have said yes
we will watch the news like hawks and
when the water runs contaminated,
and when we quake,
and when they say it should have been solar, or from waves,
we'll see what you turn to then.

For #NationalPoetryDay 2016