Not My Planet

Close enough to hear, but too far off for me
To recognize, I perceive a human hum,
Perhaps an air conditioner, and I can hear
The sounds of cars displacing air out on
The road, and all the land which spreads
Below me bears the marks of cultivation,
And of ownership. There's no nature here
At all. My soul, despite its aspirations, shudders,
Fettered to the same colossus others are.
It begs for wages, buys its food, and follows
Rules meant to limit anything it hopes to do.
The earth will die. It doesn't matter. I'm not
Living on that planet. I live in the realm of
Man, a supernumerary in an ossifying
Hierarchy. There's nowhere that I can go,
And, though I've heard the air is warming,
Ice is melting, coral dies, I have to work.
I have to pay, and those things happen
Too far off for me to recognize.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-20 at 02:10

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