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?"