For Those Dying Last Night
I can wonder
How many died overnight
And I do:
From fires, murder—way too many guns out there
To make it easy
Earthquake without preparation
Before catastrophe is imminent
Volcanic flooding and
The killing funnel winds and so much more
Death from lack of funding
Lack of food
Water without sickness caused in
Drinking as we have to do
Death from addiction
Let’s pass fault like drawing fault lines
All around
It’s the death unnecessary
That is maddening
As in angering
And thinking that our planet’s people
We are insane
For valuing a life over the next
For execution
Or reward
And a temporal plutarchy
(as in for the moment)
Abrogates decisions from the rest
From the most
The vast most
Of us
Blame nature, if you will
It is so strong
But at worst indifferent
With signs drawn almost in miracle
That it would just as soon
Lavish Earth with green and blue
Morning mist of romance
Evenings of wind-song
If only we’d stop destroying all the sense
All the delight
Even the magic in
Everything we should know
Do better
No, frog—isn’t easy being green
When your world wants to wither you
In fact, find new places to do so
And turn a profit in the air
Made black before nightfall
And there’s a prophecy
We keep living to hate nature
It will find a way to act and show
It hates us back
addendum
Was it taming nature?
Or negotiating,
Beseeching it not to break
Our dams or roads
Or anything for which
We lay foundation?
Did we not ask for mercy
When we lay the track
And dredge the harbor
Back from where
It had newly settled from
Whose effort, I wonder?
Do we not beg the
Earth as we split it with our
Dredges, channeled water
Wide, fractured slate
Not to hate us but
To give us our reward?
Have we ever sought to understand
Balance, agree with
How it sets and how it turns
And how we might live well
With it?
If so, then
That’s the song to sing
C L Couch
Photo by Marc Szeglat on Unsplash
Lava from Kilauea on Hawaii flows into the ocean. I shot this picture in October 2017. More on my website volcanoes.de.
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