Amelia Martens
POETRY BY AMELIA MARTENS
DEAR PEOPLE OF THE NEAR FUTURE
We gendered our planet, thought Mother
would mean: Care, take care
and not how we treated mothers
in the street, in the store, at home.
O, Mother Earth. The teenage
activists came for us
and we mocked their pain
their mostly female pain
with memes and headlines.
We broke their bodies down
and the ocean took their bones
when it rose to claim the rest of us.