If I hear 'Climate Change' one more time ...

Fox sings to the River

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If I hear 'Climate Change' one more time ...

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I will then roar so deep for my bones to rattle out of their cage

And with the help of the ones who matter, dead and still alive
we will gather  
to reveal 
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the true
 
wild
 
erotic
 
sensuality
 
of who we are truly talking about when we say 'Climate Change'...

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courting choreographies of all sentient beings

We are talking about how the fox will soon stop singing to the river, how the river will miss the birds, how the wolf might even be forgotten by the stars ~ what will happen to the love songs of the wind when the trees are all gone?

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the wolf might even be forgotten by the stars

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are they dead at the bottom of the Mediterranean sea without even a 'I am sorry'!

We are talking about children, women and men all now homeless due to wars, floods, fires or are they dead at the bottom of the Mediterranean sea without even a 'I am sorry'!
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Back from a walk in the dark woods. This came. 
If I hear 'Climate Change' one more time 
I will clump my trembling fists till my nails touch my bones
I will stump my feet covered in red ochre until they bleed back to earth
I will then roar so deep for my bones to rattle out of their cage
in a kaleidoscope of fierce mad keening stances
I will dance
until all the veneer falls away

And with the help of the ones who matter, dead and still alive
we will gather 
to reveal 
the true 
wild 
erotic 
sensuality 
of who we are truly talking about when we say 'Climate Change'...

We are talking about the sweetest of songs from beings who will never meet us and who we will never meet ~ disappearing without a slither of a farewell ~ 
each night 200 more
even this one night...

We are talking about the deep well of talents in the vast courting choreographies of all sentient beings ~ here for millions of years ~ now withering away at such speed that our restless sleeps dream of holding our breath ~ to stop time or at least to slow it down

We are talking about the millions of the finest invisible gold threads, of intricate unfathomably beautiful connections between all that is life, now raped to shred by the claws of the blood thirsty machines ~ spell bound by thick cables, by greed and by the insatiable need for numbing and forgetting what we've done...

We are talking about all the people who increasingly question bringing babies into this world ~ placing dams in their soul to not feel the deaths of their inconceivable unborn children

We are talking about how the fox will soon stop singing to the river, how the river will miss the birds, how the wolf might even be forgotten by the stars ~ what will happen to the love songs of the wind when the trees are all gone?

We are talking about children, women and men all now homeless due to wars, floods, fires or are they dead at the bottom of the Mediterranean sea without even a 'I am sorry'!

We are talking about the change that happened in our souls and hearts 5000 years ago when we left ~ in our sickened mind ~ the web of all that was bound to our sacred Earth. 

When we talk about 'Climate Change' ~ Aren't we really talking about our awakening fierce love for all that is lost...for all that is about to be lost tonight and tomorrow ? 

Let's have the decency, the cœurage to use the words that touch the heart of the Matter and for all that Matters...

Tonight it hurts to 'see', it is one of these wild nights with nowhere to hide, numb or distract. 

Keeping loving in our times is what is required...How to keep actively loving what we are loosing so fast is the practice, the task, the sacred contract of our time. 
Azul Valerie Thome

French Version