Rape that Continent!

In the Name of Civilization!
The sound of living life fills the air.
Bushes shudder after flowers are removed, their delicate work.
Boughs groan at the un-natural weight resting on them.
There is indeed bounty all around, ripe for plucking.
Ripe for tearing your teeth into and slurping the nectar-blood,
sweet and salty.

When the clouds overhead grow darkly heavy
will they cry for the loss of nature’s
virginity?
Will the cry at the rape of
Europa?

It is those heaven born tears
that will clean the abused earth.
Wash away the herd-sized foot track stain in the dirt
Dissolve the rancid waste and midden left behind.
Revive the grass, like deius workings, that before was
chewed to cud by cumbersome cows.

Settling man, searching for a home to rest,
Do you not care for this cycle, like flaming callous reincarnation,
you make her endure at every rain?

Can we spare this daughter of mother earth?
Sweet Europa’s fate left on the temptuous sea of man’s pitty.
Before, the smell of a Garden,
untouched.
Now, the stank of effluence and
rape.

Europa, sweet bountiful boundless Europa,
left to rot for man.