All the Fighting Words
Re: Starting fights you can't win
For all the
days
that we will,
not lost
on all the days when we won’t.
Public health requirements and sanctioned claustrophobia a
small price to pay while I three-hundred-and-sixty degree the fallout
and wonder,
What on earth did WE buy?
Unprecedented growth and better choices?
Charitable spirits unleashed on a suffering planet making all non-profits obsolete?
After all this time
surely
we solidified mastery in reverence
holding the bewildered and broken,
weaving mercy blankets
to pre-empt injustice cold as Arctic ice.
Never taking eyes off the real enemy
while combining strategies and closing ranks
because life is life when you get right down to it,
the packaging don’t matter.
The gods had no part in this madness.
The humans did.
Something to be said
for having to examine your mess and ingest your denial.
To survive paradigm-shifting dimensions,
stop believing that it needs to be this way
or that way,
or nature can’t function,
can’t renew,
can’t self-protect,
persevere,
and punish you for your crimes.
You fighting for clean air ain’t you?
Got documentation and longitudinal studies,
proposed conferences,
and world summits of bureaucracy
as common sense and logic sit alone in abandoned basements of buildings
awaiting the wrecking ball’s strike from signalled demolition crews.
Can’t make this stuff up.
We have been wearing masks
long before we had to wear masks.
Selecting outer rim portions of self and soul to share self-styled obliviousness
beyond our doorsteps.
We invented socially distant.
Citing legal statutes and compassion fatigue due to chain of command
and the way things are done and—
Wait—who is it that can’t breathe again?
You don’t hafta shoot for a record in hard-headedness just to prove
percent degrees of stupid.
Turn around
and look at a track record no inhabitant can be proud of.
So stop clearing trails.
Let the damn grass grow
and the air clear.
Bother the indigenous tribes,
the Innu, San, Guaranì
one more time
and see what happens.
Leave nested eggs to feather-soft warmth of life’s vested interest in life
and don’t touch the corals on your way out.
But should you find it too great a temptation to keep your hands to yourself,
put them together to aid the most downtrodden among you.
For desperate souls losing health and hope.
To ignorance seeking knowledge
and wisdom.
And when you’ve done that
pick up something.
Anything.
To draw a line in the sand
and make it known
that anyone who desecrates Mama Earth begs for death
and you
are duty bound
to bus’
they
ass.
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