PATRON SAINT OF ECO-WARRIORS

She watches those who fiddle while earth burns,
wonders why they do not lie awake
confronting the enormity, but hope
some scientists will clever them out
of trouble, paddle their raft to safety.

She looks around for samurai,
and once she touches them, they burn
like convent girls, ablaze to truth
revealed to just the chosen few, zealous
as converts, as if their fingers
have been jammed into electric
sockets, and purpose blazes in their heads.

Thus branded, they go forth to save
the tiger, turn algae into fuel, build cars
to run on water, sail rainbow ships,
lie in front of bulldozers, wave
goodbye to families to live in tents
or trees, driven, pure as waterfalls.

She scorns the saintly micro-miracles -
stigmata, healing, water into wine.
Her sights are high: if she can pull it off
her warriors will clinch the miracle
to end all miracles, for they will save the earth.