Am I simply taking up air
Nothing more
Just a breath
Nothing less?
If the test of worthiness
Is to be more like a tree
I have failed utterly, miserably
Sequestering nothing, no vapid toxins
No CO2
Rather, I chew
The dogbone of fossil fuel pretties
Spewing banal, inconsequential ditties
A whorehound for plastic do-dads
I can do without fads
Take, for instance, a straw
500 million a day gnaw away
Eating up landfills, drifting through sewer grills
Their pesky swill joins the gyre’s
Detritus of excessive stuff
Mired in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch
Hatched by plastics and chemical mush
Trapped by currents, debris that won’t budge
Soon to displace our Pelagic mates
With a wasteland of outlier sludge and a tragic fate
The disorder of the day
Vanquishes the carefree takeaway
High stakes at play
Backdropping to a tick tocking, tick tocking
The meter is running, the time is dear
Steer clear of the foot dragging barkers
Their miasmic drivel darkens
The hallowed way, detours, delay
Swaying opinion
Complete dominion
Snuffing out insight, rebuffing the bright light
A vampire’s delight
Yet, despite the frantic antics of those bellicose banshees
Before us we can see,
The infinite wisdom of the tree
And that makes all the difference.
Monday, February 19, 2018
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