Bioamplification
Suppertime in the
city, lozenges float lazily.
People gawk and stare at clouds in
the air.
Each passing within their grasp,
but
feeling apart from stance.
It's you starchild, you've been a
cloud
and a rock and maybe a hawk
that fed some barley
that
fed some brewer
from whom you bought a bottle with a second
dollar.
Life and death are but a soapstone
in the maker's
hands.
They can end up a phone to call to your soul,
but
abused
can fubu you seven-fold.
So stop that sewage
stop the
pollution
plant a spruce tree
and get with the solution.
Spend
some time thinking ecologically.
And remember, we have only
one
earth to live.