The Earth Is Cut Poem by Old Teenage Poems

And over the fields of green
you can see from
one highway to another
from one traintrack to the next
These straight lines
-like scars of communication,
of logistics, of society
through the endingly endless
smooth and natural surface
of our Earth
we are the ones who
have cut the lines, drilled the holes
-now bleeding lava and oil
-now leaking organs and intestines
we are the ones
puncturing our aerteries
and slitting our wrists
and How
will we ever
Survive?