I Am An Image In A Ball Of Glass Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I stare across the expanse of white
An image in a ball of glass
I hear it groaning in the night
The earth where shuffling footsteps pass

Pale generations straight from school
Feeling the pressure to succeed
Reckless of cost, ransack the world
Ravage its forests. Make them bleed

I stare across the expanse of white
Cloud-struck. A blink and I could be
The star- pricked sky the linnet’s wing
A sun-speck in immensity

Pity our fractured ball of glass
This splintered sphere men call The World
Into its oceans, dredged by nets
Foul trackless poisons now are swirled

I hear it groaning in the night
As poles recede and boundaries shift
Jungles abort, birth desert dunes
As mighty glaciers crack and lift

I stare across the expanse of glass
I can remember when the air
I breathed was meadow sweet with hay
And grass wore clover in her hair