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The moon and I are kin;  
                                     We talk, we watch,
                               And we fear for our Mother.

                                   Our Mother, the earth
                                     Who gives us life,
                          Who keeps us as we would keep her.

                             The moon says humans talk too,
                                     Of profit, of sport,
                                 And lately, of terraform.

                                       I know profit--
                            It means dark air and fallen trees
                                        And I cower;

                                        I know sport--
                           It means death without need or use,
                                       And I tremble;

                            But this last word I do not know.

                               The moon says it means that
                            Humans can make another home
                           On a Father world among the stars
                                 That must be made green,
                                 That must be given water.

                                    I do not understand.
                        Could they not heal the Mother we share
                        Before they remake an unknown Father?

                         All do not speak so, the moon tells me,
                                 Some would keep us safe,
                                  Would heal our Mother.

                            So the moon shines on and I howl
                                            Loudly
                            So they may find me in the night.

                                  
                           





Copyright 1997 by Maeve O'Shee--