Coltsfoot and saltpeter
go off like fireworks
when the mix is right
and a spark is applied;
the way the earth will
burst if we incite
the sky to riot.

On the day the last
tree was felled on
Easter Island a
choice was made between
what was and what they
wanted it to be;
between life, and stones
with their backs to the sea.

Thanks to Kay Ryan’s “Easter Island“