Planetary Passion
In an enronomic disneyland of worldcoms,
patriotic flags and so-called compassionate
conservatives, where vulnerable improbable
events converge - they shake the compost of
civilisation - our values tumbled upside down,
inside out, cell circles of chaos
she's passionate about the chocolate soil
in which our gardens grow.
She loves the fertilising worms. Like them
we live on nature's terms
enrich the dirt with blood and bone.
She's passionate about this planet
(already raped by careless men),
where disintegrating coral reefs
- our oceanic ecosystems -
are now all breaking down. Plundered
rare rainforest timbers exploited and
deliberately destroyed. Raging global
fires of extinction (mysteriously fundamental
their impact on moral revolution) savagely burn,
tear our jungles apart, smother
the lungs of the planet.
They are out of control, leaving endangered
Species to flourish only in captivity subject to
the Euro or the Dollar.
By 2050 one third of earth's native species
will have disappeared. Nonextant. Gone forever.
Twelve billion peoples' needs must be found
from diminishing resources in a chemically polluted
world of choking fossil fuels where cfcs abound.
In this fearful and intolerant world, greedy, obscene
and sinister, a new cold war emerges with its threat
of nuclear power. WMD, terrorism and vandalism:
an evil venom strikes in this tantric
new Age of Aquarius.
Ha! when planets align
in optimistic sweet sweet harmony.
But all we are saying ... and all we can do
is recycle, is give peace a chance, think,
think of peace and love
and hope.
Hope there's no disaster
no asteroid comes crashing
for disaster means bad star.
She's passionate about the chocolate soil
in which our gardens grow.
She loves the fertilising worms.
Like them, we live on nature's terms,
will enrich the dirt with blood and bone.
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©barbaraataylorjuly2002
first published in Sinister Wisdom January 2005
