Grinnell Glacier

by: Catherine Lietz

2020-2021

For millions of years, You molded this land like clay. Deep valleys of lush green and Lakes and streams of crystal blue.

You roamed this Earth like wild horses. As the mountains watched you from the edge of the Sun, Pushing and pulling the Earth like taffy Into a kaleidoscope of red rock and blue water and green trees.

I can see you, now. In this day where heat tightens its grip On the Earth; an infection Borne by my own hand.

I can see you Retreating into the arms of the tallest mountains. Laid to rest among the mist as your Body slips away into the bowels of the Earth.

The water weeps for you. Tears pouring down the rocks into your Lakes, rivers, streams; your children, They fear for their own lives at the hour of your death.

Time is running out for you, Eleven years and your ghost will haunt the continent’s crown. We shall weep over your burning grave, Knowing that your death was by our knife.

I will not forget you. Even as fire lays its hands over all life on Earth. And I ask your forgiveness As I look at what we’ve done to you.