I’m a thin skinned person

On a thin skinned, spinning earth.

We’re living on the surface,

Creating more financial worth.

My skin is getting thinner

I am feeling far too much.

My skin is very fragile,

I may need to have it patched.

The earth is full of danger

But we build on it like fools.

As if my skin would thicken

If I covered it in jewels.

Inside the earth are fires

Which rage like infernos.

But we build nuclear reactors

In places we don’t know.

We build our human cities

As if we are in charge.

Banks,buildings,bridges growing,

The built world has grown so large.

The earth has a thinner skin on,

But we don’t want to know.

We just want our human cities

To grow and grow and grow.

My skin is getting thinner

I feel life far too well.

I don’t want to write poetry

But I feel that I must tell.

My skin is getting thinner

I’m at one with Mother Earth

She groans and labours loudly

Like she is giving birth.

Her skin is getting thinner

Is it something she will shed?

As adders are reborn

When we think they are dead.

But if we have too many cities

The earth has no space to move.

We’re like acne pustules dancing

Without energy or love.

The skin is getting thinner

The world is going to split.

And the energy released

Is a fierce charge to transmit.

We split the atom once

And opened the abyss.

But when we split the atom

Who knew about all this?

My skin is far too permeable

I’m feeling too much pain.

I want a thicker skin

To survive on this terrain.

The world groans and she labours

And she destroys cities and trains.

She’s giving birth to her own self

As she struggles,works and strains.

Her self is something fearsome,

She is not civilised.

When God spoke from the Burning Bush,

We covered up our eyes.

My skin is getting thinner

I feel the heat again

My skin is getting thinner

I’m feeling too much pain.