We have come so far,
We humans, out of the muck,
Out of the forest.
We have stepped outside.
No longer a part of the world which took care of us,
We are apart from the world
And we no longer ask for her love.
Instead we force her to dispense
Her gifts out of turn.
Until they run out and we are left
To truly depend on our own resources.
In other words, to wither and die
Was this the sin of the dinosaurs?
Will the cockroaches who succeed us
Fall prey to the same greed and short-sightedness?
Comments
Neil McKay
November 11, 2012
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first draft
I think I can do better with this. It's more an overt statement than poetry. Need to get some layering in there.
Clayton Medeiros
November 12, 2012
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As you point out, too much
As you point out, too much teaching and not enough showing. Joseph Campbell talks about life feeding on life, a potentially horrific thing. Balance is required and when balance gets out of control, greed becomes the norm, the deer in our gardens in Bellingham are there partly because there are not predators. It is true of predators and prey. It is true of us in our relation to the earth. Campbell talks about the need to be "in accord with nature."