The Line: a poem

Los Angeles burned to the ground
The Line must go up
Among the ashes, bodies found
The Line must go up
Tiny plastics in my body
The Line must go up
Private planes for glitterati
The Line must go up
Mass extinction all around us
The Line must go up
Combustion fumes still surround us
The Line must go up
Record breaking summer heatwaves
The Line must go up
Sending people to early graves
The Line must go up
Garbage island in the ocean
The Line must go up
Felling trees with blind devotion
The Line must go up
Barrier reefs quickly fading
The Line must go up
Ecosystems all degrading
The Line must go up
Constant growth always justified
The Line must go up

Perhaps, if it’s not too inconvenient, we could stop this ecocide?
The Line must go up.