Philipos

i am a by-product of cosmic dust

thrust onto earth in bursts of flame

lame at first in unfamiliar seas and

growing fins, scales, gills and tail

look how our oceans thrived

nourishing diverse varieties

my forebears crawled ashore

learned to live on drier land

away from tide and gritty beech

they tilled arable fields living in

fine palaces those wealthier ones

rearing many daughters, sons

now my cousins conquer space

leave a carbon footprint thither

junk cluttering the ionosphere

we see an over populated earth

unable to sustain vulnerable types

our oceans die our land moribund

do i hear the cosmic angels cry

the weeping saints despair

or is it seagull’s voices

carried by the breeze that

grants me guilt enough to

scream it wasn’t down to me