Our World Is Losing Gravity Poem by Francie Lynch

Our world is losing
Gravity,
But no one can escape,
Hurtling on a petrie dish
In a gel of mindless bliss,
Towards black holes
Not far from home,
Places we'll truly miss.

Our world is losing
Gravity.
In China there's a wall
Of dust,
Seen from outer space.
Our living waters dying,
A legacy of disgrace.

Our world is losing
Gravity.
We're citizens wearing masks.
We're not hiding faces,
Just doing daily tasks.
We're fossils burning
Fossil fuels
Found in cremation gas.

Our world is losing
Gravity,
Amphibians are on the fringe.
Whales can't sound,
They run aground:
It's an environmental slaughter.

Our world has lost
It's gravity,
We need to plant our feet:
The charnel fires
In greenhouse gas
Have hastened our retreat.
Birds can't sense their time for flight,
Confused by all our lights.
The morning dove coos at night,
The nightingale at dawn.
We are turtles
Muddling
Under lost starlight.
We don't see the gravity.
Of burning
Burning light.