You are listening to a Clark's World magazine podcast. I'm your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings Clark's World Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you extraordinarily well.

This is our fourth story for the month of December 2019, issue 159.

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each and every single month. So our fourth story is titled

Eclipse of Our Sins and is by Tautilo Thomasi. Tautler Thomasi is a Botswana writer of fiction, poetry, and architectural articles.

Her work has appeared in Terraform, Apex magazine, Strange Horizons, Las Ofiari, and other publications.

Her poem, I Will Be Your Grave, was a 2017 Ristling Award nominee.

Her short story virtual snapshots was long listed for the 2017 Nommel Awards.

Her novella, The Silence of the Wilting Skin, is forthcoming from Pink Narcissus Press in 2020.

You can find her at Twitter at Tothlo Tamase

and on Patreon at Patreon.com forward slash Tothlo Tamase. So my dear listeners, I hope you can sit back relax and let me tell you a story.

I pray to you, Mother Earth, Mama Earth, Mem Earth.

Sun, hide your eye, eclipse your birth from our sins.

When climate change came, it tore into your womb, Mama Earth, sodomized it.

And we watched.

We stood and watched you, Mama, crying.

Still we didn't listen. We were the wildfires.

The sky's mouth was wrapped around smoke stacks and tail pipes.

Muscled, your lip hog tied around that fowl, folding the poison into your lung, burying it into your oceans, making fire of soft bodies

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