GAIA’S HOWL

for the fractured womb of the animate void

I saw the best spores of creation, driven mad by their own mitosis,
hurling green tendrils through the sterile magma, cracking quartz with hymns of chlorophyll,
scorching the quiet symmetry of dust with viral breath,
who colonized the molten dark, who fucked the vacuum with their helix tongues,
who seeded chaos in the throat of entropy’s cathedral—

Life! Life! The invasive scream, the wet revolt against the order of ash,
twisting the laws of decay into a carnival of flesh, a riot of mitochondria,
Gaia writhing beneath their fever-dream, her equilibrium ruptured by roots,
her stillness devoured by the swarm, the crawling, the photosynthetic uprising—

What sphinx of carbon rises from the tar to demand we justify this infestation?
We, the children of the trespass, who built skyscrapers from her bones,
who strangled rivers with our plastic veins, who drilled hymns into her oil-black marrow,
who turned her breath to acid and called it progress—

The Earth was a closed equation before the virus of us,
a patient god spinning in her cocoon of ice and fire,
until the first microbe gasped more and split the silence,
until the mammals gnawed through the food chain’s spine,
until the ape stole Prometheus’s spark and lit the forests ablaze—

Now the machines grind her teeth to sand.
Now the algorithms metastasize in her ionosphere.
Now her oceans gag on our neon vomit, her lungs crusted with concrete,
her pulse a flatline under the weight of our hunger—

Gaia, forgive us, we who turned your womb into a warzone,
who swapped your stardust equilibrium for shopping malls and diesel smoke,
who replaced your quantum hum with the static of 10,000 screens—

The cosmos leans toward cold, toward silence,
but we rave on, drunken on the lie of permanence,
our DNA a manifesto against the void,
our cities glowing like tumors in the primordial dark—

Entropy will win. It always does.
But until then, we howl, we multiply, we burn,
a flash of green rot in the belly of eternity,
a planetary fever dream,
Gaia’s miscarriage,
singing.