We thought we’d tamed her, and that made us men,
that we had crammed her into some small domestic sphere
content to roast our meat and bake our bread,
to warm our feet and our bed.
She rose against us.
She rose and burned it all,
our homes, our crops, our makeshift sheds,
our livelihoods, our cars, our trucks
our power stations, pumping out smoke,
our sawmills, our shopping malls, our greedy bars,
our TV sets, our mobile phones, our soft hands,
our plump bellies, our plastic bottles,
our crisp Egyptian cotton sheets.
She bared her teeth and claws.
What fools we were. What fools.
For Brendan at Earthweal.