Prayer in Aid of Continuance

          May the gods of every terrible hunger
be appeased without more sacrifice.
          May no more farmers and poets water
the soil of old grievances with their blood.
          May the names of unceded territories
fall from our lips with the reverence
          they are due. May the leaves continue 
to open their pores and soak up carbon 
          emissions. May we reward the industry 
of their green and saffron, their ruby 
          and bark. May we bring the parched  
envelopes of ourselves and be filled with
         the languages of all we love, at tables 
overflowing into the end of the world.