Movement that makes
glaciers seem hasty,
eon’s long crawl
of tectonic plates.
Smash of coast
against coast,
thrust to the heavens
majestic mountains.
Pinnacles fall back in
upon themselves,
imploding in patient erosion.
Ranges are birthed
from mantled womb
in volcanic screams
of exclamation.
As scorching magma
scours the surround,
Earth persists
her staunch reclamation
of all that was nurtured
at her soiled breast.
Blankets of ash remain
where we encroached.
Failing to shepherd
our charged dominion
with adequate
fidelity and love.

M. Zane McClellan

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