The Earth Rages Poem by Deb Panda

The earth rages, out with fume world, splits,
Bowed to this slam the tells squirmed, in septic
Mood to ask, relentless stand through woods
I see, raided with heavy blow and aliens usurped
Into trial stop busted to heavy load; better stake
Over wan, unheard of pity in mask…
The world, within every morning brings
In simmering solitude somewhere in world
With pulse, be true rhythm of breath
And passion, pleased to child-like outrage
Live the burrows, under-growth of mind
In pure worship, seek the shrine-
But elsewhere she spewed, fuming cloud
True attainment; keeps covered to cold.