HOUR FOUR – KnowLedge Mary Pecaut
KnowLedge
Now in 2122, we stand on the ledge
of what
we knew a century ago –
when blue bones began again and ice-locked
streams broke loose by choice or time
to go – climate deniers clumped and clodded
skirted round the floes gathering rootless
growth in a wake.
We should have known.
When the integrity of dirt
was lost, gone was
kakapo, sea turtles, sloth.
Ferns from dinosaur times
became extinct – it’s not
what you think –
decisions were postponed
We could have known.
The earth tilted ever so
greased its orbit
as if
to alter flow
Gaia sacrificed – her sun
no longer in view.
Perhaps we knew.