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
