broken bones

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so here we are,
millions of years past
whatever form of creation
your pretty little mind
has woven its tentacles of belief around,
shoulder-deep in destruction
and only ankle-deep in understanding;

here we are,
darling,
fighting peace with violence
and dousing our own fires in gasoline,
kicking dirt over our footprints;
barely enough to fool those who care
and far more than enough to fool those who don't

but after tearing into mother nature's heart,
twisting a knife through her arteries,
harvesting her blood to paint our towns,
we are searching for more;
pulling her limb from limb,
stacking her bones into homes,
burning her body to keep ourselves warm

and yet we wonder
why the stars never give a damn about us;
why would they?
here we are,
setting beauty aflame beneath them,
and admiring them from afar -
no wonder the stars don't give a damn about us,
darling,
they worry we will destroy them too