Call Them Atlas

Call the world’s
children, “Atlas.”

They will know
what you mean,
because we have
foisted the Earth
upon them.

Shoulders bleed…

from the weight
of greed, plunder,
and consumer ‘need.’

Their parents,
like sick whalers,
have lanced her,
Blue Earth, bleeding
on the beach,
waiting for the
slightest reprieve
to heal her wounds
and swim free.

But they’ve bared
their knives,
hungry eyes,
expect to carve
the Blue Earth
into morsels
to feed the birds.


Saving her,
the impossible
task, left to the
children, unprepared,
but each and all,
named Atlas.

©️ CG Tenpenny, 2018.

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