She became the key
that unlocked the confines
of the survival instinct of Tellus,
struggling in all of us;
the spokeswoman for its urgency

He was the inspirator
who rephrased our feelings and relations,
our antagonisms and inconsistencies,
from surprising angles,
while we built his name
as we populated his songs

Her name is Greta Thunberg,
his Bob Dylan

They both opened the world to us,
letting us rethink it;
had us see ourselves
and our unruly selfishness
in its mirrors of fire,
nights of ice

They are our representatives,
our Voyager I & II,
into the depths
of our essentiality