Turbines

by Michelle Wiegers

You make me watch you, turning your metallic cartwheels in the sky, your monstrous arms spin through the air, chopping up the mountain view in whirling machinery.

They say we need you. And I want to want you, as you capture the power of the wind in your hands.

Yet I long for the earth to be earth, these mountains to remain mountains, and the birds who lose their lives in your man-made wings, to fly again.

(Originally appeared in Third Wednesday)