Forsaken Tears
by Odin Roark

Once of white tundra pure,
Now but violated virgin gray,
Shame melts unceasingly
Beneath man’s heated draft.

Desperate blue ice crystals
Losing their final battle with denial’s hot breath
Sadly become but vaporous ghosts
Awaiting involuntary demise.

Floating atop broken slabs,
Remnants of millennia’s iced over waters,
Seal and bear peer wistfully for signs of mercy,
Finding only more drifting everywhere,
Going helplessly nowhere.

Once of joyous habitat,
The snowy owl soars where a dimming sun
Awaits a sky turning black,
Its open eyes now but slits squinting
At the coming darkness of nothingness.

Thousands of miles away
Suffocation’s parts-per-thousand
Becomes more dense and toxic
All in the duplicitous name of progress.

Conscienceless bottom-lines expand with bonuses and dividends
As solipsists of profit ignore the ocean’s stealth-like creep,
An unforgiving retribution ascending toward beach house shorelines
Like a seething world of forsaken tears
Grieving fruition’s morally corrupt.

Amid Nature’s mourning,
Reason slowly drowns beneath man’s gluttonous greed,
Leaving behind its last breath of sanity,
As volition’s final gasp goes unheeded.