Taking the Lead
annie raises my consciousness
takes me out of myself, briefly.
Apparently Monarch butterflies
are all but gone, their habitat, milkweed,
where they lay their eggs, and found
primarily along field edges, is all
but gone as well, farmers planting
fence row to fence row. This is
nothing new, species come and go,
mostly go. It's terrible, it's horrible,
and I ask why the farmers can't leave
a margin, would it be that costly?
Maybe the cost-benefit isn't there,
It probably isn't. The notion of
good stewardship is a myth, I believe.
There is another side to it. From
the earth—earth, air, rain—comes
nourishment for us, every last one of us.
As a species we consume, what,
twenty-one billion meals a day?
Not that many, considering how many
go hungry, but enough to make
fence row to fence row planting
either necessary, or near to it. Yet,
some of the best ground on the planet
is lost to urban sprawl every year.
We can't do this, all of this, to ourselves,
but we are, and we will, until something
catastrophic happens, and then,
which superhero will save us, and who
will get the lead, Brad or Angelina?
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-08-18 at 19:42
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