Planetary Passion

In this enronomic disneyland of worldcoms,
flapping patriotic flags and so-called
“compassionate conservatives”, where
vulnerable  improbable events converge -
they shake the compost of civilization,
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 fertilizing worms. Like them, we live
on nature's terms, will 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. Rare rainforests
plundered, exploited, 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.

In four decades one third of earth's
native species will have gone.
Non extant. Gone forever.
Twelve billion peoples' needs
must be found from diminishing
resources in a chemically polluted
cosmos of choking fossil fuels where
endless cfcs abound. In a fearful
and intolerant, greedy, obscene
and sinister world, a new cold war emerges
with its threat of nuclear power. 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 is
give peace a ... “ All we can do is
recycle, focus on peace. 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
fertilizing worms. Like them,
we live on nature's terms, enrich
the dirt with our blood and bone.


~~~
©barbaraataylorjune2003
first published sinister wisdom #63 2005



Clashes of Culture

Operation Enduring Freedom:
Relentless retaliation for
the crushing fall of Twin Towers.
A violent evil attack on democracy
in a world of cultured casualties.
Those Twin Towers spoke of Power and Greed,
Racism and Sexism. To a pacifist teenager
they were Arrogant. Audacious. Symbolic:
Gross icons to capitalism, all that is wrong
in her enronomic native land. Land of the Free,
where today in southern Midwest USA, white-hooded
malevolent terrorists claim human lives, roam
reckless with guns, can legally be. This country,
America, has no place for difference.
Like a volcano, rumbling through generations
in hatred and ignorance, cracks in the great
American melting pot now erupt to confront
a new humility, an acceptance
that other people's worlds             do exist.

But sadly, it's still the same old bugles, blowing
trumpets of war. Siege mentality. Emotive
bagpipes for death. Drums for marching.
Machine guns of battle drown all rational discussion.
Send in the marines! A call to arms is praised.
Wave the flag! Patriotic jingoism. God is on our side!
Priority: precision weapons, high-tech-unmanned-armored-vehicles,
the very best to wipe the cruel enemy out.
Forget the innocent for they do not count.
Sorrow and more bloodied human faces;
Collateral Damage: families destroyed.
Unending grief for mothers, daughters, sisters.

There's money in these killing machines.
Empires are built by terrorists. War Barons Rule.
Heroin from pretty poppy flowers' lethal harvest
will prick pretty young veins of Europe. Opium Wars
rage, make money, as do black spouts of crude.
Oil buys food. Commodities with bargaining powers.
Threats and sanctions. Everything's for profit.
Everything's for freedom.

Parents want to feed and educate their children.
People need more than a diet of grass. Women want
to live in safety. They have this human right.
This catastrophic chasm: the gap between
rich and poor is greater than ever.
Around the world it continues to grow.
This is a war on poverty where hopes always
should remain and must be fed to stay alive
with freshness of new starts. Where equality
and tolerance means the same for you and for me.
Fear-free for the teenager of tomorrow
with or without the veil, in the temple or
in the mosque. And you quite rightly ask,
Who is the unseen enemy of the universal soldier?

Just when will the fig tree bloom?



~~~


published New Verse News, September 11, 2005