What we need now is sacrament:
the transubstantiation of microplastics,
the epiclesis of climate
calling down the Spirit
on the storms and droughts
and strung-out chaos
the shoddy sky keeps tripping on.

we need confessionals crammed
with alarm clocks to rouse us
to the full stature of our sins--
slouching, scoliotic giants
who (fi, fie, fo, fum)
smell the blood
of future generations and factory farm animals
and all their siblings
stretched out razor thin on the chopping block.

we need baptism by the billions--
every blessed head anointed by pure
precious water and christened child
of streams, rivers, lakes and seas.

before it's too late we need last rites--
the sacred smelling salts
to slap our lungs and faces out of our lethal swoon
and coax hope from the brink
of drowning in broken heights
back to grounded, honest work.

matrimony we most need--
loves wedded indissolubly:
Earth and earthlings bound so tight
that no man-made corrosive
could worm in between.

we need holy orders--
we've proved too unruly to command ourselves;
so when heaven thunders
"Jump!"
may we with strong, trained faith reply
"How high?"