As you dispatch our habitat
to introduce new restaurants,
oh, what a feast of ironies:

consuming ground to gratify
eradicate to multiply
securing to endanger - why?

You threaten balance where you sweep,
and, even though we flee and leap,
expect it's no man's land to keep,

that, somewhere deep beneath that dirt,
squirm unseen creatures, which, when hurt,
may, by their absence, long subvert

whatever plans you might have drawn.
And, if another age should dawn,
two questions crawl where mountains yawn:

What does remain? Who must be gone?
The Earth will answer, then move on.