People, dim as they are, never thought to abuse the very essence of life on which they depended. Then they quit the family to worship the false gods of greed and entitlement. Now, streams choke with chemicals. Lakes bake, rivers ooze. So I haven’t quite found my footing among these gruesome changes. Who can blame me?
People, dim as they are, never thought to abuse the very essence of life on which they depended. Then they quit the family to worship the false gods of greed and entitlement. Now, streams choke with chemicals. Lakes bake, rivers ooze. So I haven’t quite found my footing among these gruesome changes. Who can blame me?
Love this narrator -
People, dim as they are, never thought to abuse the very essence of life on which they depended. Then they quit the family to worship the false gods of greed and entitlement. Now, streams choke with chemicals. Lakes bake, rivers ooze. So I haven’t quite found my footing among these gruesome changes. Who can blame me?
Lovely read, Julie! So many layers…
Thanks for reading, Kate. I had so much fun playing with this / channeling her rage. (therapeutic?)