Planetcide

in the natural world,

there are no questions,

there are a series of events,

water falling, meandering, birdsong echoing,

trees creaking, animals hunting, sleeping,

nature cleaning up its brief messes –

bloody carcasses swiftly cleansed and

returned to the elements.

in the human world

there is much drama

obsession with human survival,

habits, shortcuts,

a religion called “money”,

a small wish to benefit all beings,

that has been drowned out by the noise

of construction, war, coffee machines,

many ostrich heads buried in the sand of the

internet.

next month a meeting in Paris to decide the

fate of the two worlds,

many people will surely die if there is no

turnaround, many other beings will suffer death as well.

but there is little belief in universal sharing – the sun,

the wind, honest labor in the fields.

instead there is a crazy belief in GNP, in non-stop

growth, like cancer,

that glass and steel, concrete and oil can cure.

I see Ghandhi-ji in a corner of the room, spinning

the white thread, smiling that far away smile.

And in the distance the sound of elephants and

whales, loons and lemurs – asking…

how will you vote?

what will you tell your children?