Carnivoricide
Oh
To stay conscious
Amidst heavy sky
As Nature and man turns on itself
Air so laden with waste
Bridling the leaf and flower
With faux caresses of duplicity
Putrefaction smothered
By the Air-Wick of deceit
Invisible to consciousness
The mind's chemical warfare
Within
Without
Void of declaration
Everywhere
Rainbowed poison
Sheens our waters
Coats existence
While languid opportunity succumbs
Becoming erosion's dust
Time's vortex of failed pretension
Sadly
This species of reason
Stands stoic atop castled walls
Peering through deceptive lenses
At fields and waters below
Unaware a race for superiority
Ultimately succumbs to piranha-infested moats
Where abused living
Becomes skeletal throw-away
The what of why
The why of how
The how of where
Continues unrealized
Trumpeting its ignorance
Into the growing echo
The vacuous Neverland
Tenacious self-destruction
Becoming wind blown waste
Yet
We of us
Some of us
Continue to squirm about
As delusional board pieces
Playing a lethal game
Ignorant of Byron's
"Those pagod things of saber sway
With fronts of brass and feet of clay"
Even as our locust-like consumption
Invites a pandemic carnivoricide
is one of the great lines, Odin,
one that will stay with me a long long while
for i feel its impact and its connotations - it's
now come to this that reason, once close to natural
to us, has become a marketable and needs a label,
needs explaining...abuse will win, i fear
john
Ron