Lament (about the Earth)

Lament (about the Earth)

…so the news is predicting “rivers of Rain”

And I saw the thing about global warming

That says we are all doomed in 100 years…

I still go about in car, eat meat and forget to recycle

Sometimes I think every drop in the bucket

Counts

Sometimes not

Like when every drop is ignoring

It’s role as a collective wave

Like Ann Ryand hates “collectivism”

(and I have never read Ann Ryand)

But still I wonder what is a group

If not a collective?

Where power comes from

Is not my problem

I can exist knowing

The Earth will die

But not knowing

The sky will Die

If it stops raining

What then?

Will future generations forgive

My need for convenience?

In spite of their collective sorrow

I insist on going about in a car…

If hate were just a word

I would say that we hate the Earth

Otherwise

Why are we committing ‘Earth Murder”?

Why is the planet being drained

Of it’s blood and brains and soul

All for the auspices of industry\

Yet that amounts to carts

Power and piles and piles of

Landfill

If garbage is all we create

Out of forests and rocks

And “resources”

Then we truly are like rats that

Innovate towards our own

Destruction

(not that I don’t like people, I like rats too)

But it’s a shame to think that our civilized

World boils down

To the sun beating on a desert

That goes from pole to pole
and “all the things we are” keeps playing

On a megaphone in the distant desert

Heat, yet what we are breaks down

And returns to dust

Every which way you look

At this

There is no arrival at a world

That is better than the one behind us

Because we have wagered our future

For a ride in the car.