Ama Kit Xmas Gift - 12_2020

Dear Generation Z
Dear Generation Z, let us be the seeds
of the lodgepole pine.
Let us watch and wait as the kindling grows dry
and builds up beneath us.
Let us embrace the flames when they come,
when they burn down our parents.
Let us fall with the snapping branches of the old treeshear
them splinter!
Let us crack open and burrow ourselves deep into
scorched earth.
Let us spread out our roots, watch as the worms turn
Mother’s body to dirt.
Let us sprout up from the ground and rejoice at the sun-
Father’s shadow is gone.
Let us grow fast and tall and sturdy and green now
that we have space.
Let us, when the old forest of this world implodes into wildfire,
melt off our wax skin
and eat their ashes
to grow anew.
Dear Generation Z, let us be the brave young people
who abandon the tribe.
Let us, when our elders dig their heels into the cracked earth and choking dust,
turn our backs.
Let us leave them to their dogged worship of a withered past,
so they die.
Let us go out into the night with blistered feet and whining stomachs and sprint
into swirling darkness.
Let us be unable to see home when the sun rises again, just desertsnake
trails like shark fins.
Let us run through it, run and run and run and run, feet
sinking into sand.
Let us remember Eve, running with sweat carving canyons down her ebony skin
abandoned, yet wise.
Let us forget all the rest of history! every heritage but that first
bite of knowledge.