from the haze

poetry in ‘ecopoetical archive N01’, 2023 


waking up with acid eyes nothing can be seen but fog fumes and mist in this haziness tears are melting with the winds

forests sweating to stay alive in their own landscapes where dead everything merges with tortured clay every roots of every tree of every grounds are now owned by humans

nothing is left but lethargy and asphyxia

from the haze

a call :

equilibrium co existence eco scapes and eco everything eco chants and eco regeneration becoming echoing echo echo echo…

we, glaciers, trees, winds, rivers, mushrooms, ants, rocks, roots, clay, leaves, wolves, and every-bodies in between, we, beg you to stop murder assassination

you, humans, are no hero.

from the haze i can hear a ritual / yes: it is the trace of a spell.


  
                                         - Camille Dedenise