If Hubble's telescope had ears,
would it hear love-songs of the whales
growing faint as pods disintegrate?
Would it detect despairing cries of refugees;
tiny exhalations as more children die of hunger;
the relentless shuffle of death's stalking-horse, disease?
Would it pick up signals from asphyxiating trees,
the throb of oceans burdened with the civilised world's waste,
the heartbeat of a planet with clogged arteries?
The aura of the earth sends out distress signals to space,
but Hubble only sees for us, the stars are deaf to fear,
and blanketed beneath the damaged ozone layer, so few care.
The Aura of the Earth
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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