Would That We Never Would Have Been Born Poem by James McLain

the earth would have sighed
a long, deep breath
and sunk back into herself.

no asphalt veins strangling the soil,
no glass-and-steel shrines to ambition,
no engines grinding the silence
into dust.

the wolves would have sung
their old songs to the moon,
and the rivers would have
run clean,
like laughter
before we ever
came crawling out of the primordial
slime.

the trees, unbothered,
would have risen higher,
and the sun
wouldn't have noticed
we were gone.

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