Dance of Shiva

The tethers

of your soul

do not belong in outer space

with the thin air

of your misconceived plans.

The soil is dry

and full of toxins.

Turn it over in your ravaged hands.

You have the power right here.

Earth is not lost yet.

Pull your heads out of your asses

and take it to the streets

before they, too

crumble into toxic dust

beneath you ignorant feet.

The rat under Shiva's foot

is your heart.

It can heal.

2017