Ceres in the Burning Rainforest

darkness now falls	           as little else does
the roof a potent symbol	   fires are not              wildfires not 
old-			                   growth trees could change
promised to weaken and open
a political problem	          misplaced colonial mindset
if degraded beyond	          a complex story
to fill in the gaps		          common myths sell us	beef and soy products
dry out the forest 	          an island		                the island a trap
smoke its own 		          forest its own		        mountains of smoke
sealed inside		          a shopping mall	        no safety in fruit stands
	 	 	 	 	 	  planet of smoke	        your crops won’t grow
	 	 	 	 	 	  we don’t have the full picture yet
	 	 	 	 	 	  we could be looking at thousands of tiny fires
people have lit them 	 	 	 	 	 	 	       without fear
the first real sign		  repeated		               for how long
this isn’t the full story 	 	 	 	 	 	       all those animals and microbes
this could be the worst moment				       all that desire	    the people
the soil			                  when wood is burned and does not have much
sense of identity or belonging	                    	 	  the rainforest can’t become a story
breathing isn’t a metaphor  once it’s gone 		       it won’t come back 
                                                  once it’s gone it won’t come back
do you hear me		          what did I tell you	       I won’t come back anymore