song sparrow (a collection of environmental poetry)
chadwick
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cry for everything that bleeds
wet eyes dripping down faces
rivers empty and dull
not sharp nor alive any longer
country roads no more
each and every tree dying with no pure sky
the rain has vanished
dried up earth
wait till we cry
but we can't give earth her home back
so we slaughter big cats
tear down the timber wolves of tundra and mountain
replace glowing yellow eyes with a gun site
pull each trigger on majestic beasts
this bucket of rusty nails
tags pelts to crumbling walls
skulls here skulls there used as candle holders
light a cigarette
another ocean away
across great waves
beneath wonderous clouds and mist
each and every gorilla a perfect example of incredible, awe, and breath taking
the exact example of humanbeings being minute in the grand scheme of things
yet the camaro races
the smog rolls us home
allowing filth into water columns
this the oil ruptures at sea and without squid
minus every fish and scale
decrease in size all marine life and in flight
depleted are the holes of graves
depleted veins in us
this extraction has high power rifle holes bearing our guilty blood lard
then when all is quiet
please open the gates
the elephants will fall
tusks removed
barrel bored cleaned and slammed home
the powder has fired
the recoil will last more than time itself
this
the extra sorrow spread by the simplistic sound
of the dying song sparrow
wet eyes dripping down faces
rivers empty and dull
not sharp nor alive any longer
country roads no more
each and every tree dying with no pure sky
the rain has vanished
dried up earth
wait till we cry
but we can't give earth her home back
so we slaughter big cats
tear down the timber wolves of tundra and mountain
replace glowing yellow eyes with a gun site
pull each trigger on majestic beasts
this bucket of rusty nails
tags pelts to crumbling walls
skulls here skulls there used as candle holders
light a cigarette
another ocean away
across great waves
beneath wonderous clouds and mist
each and every gorilla a perfect example of incredible, awe, and breath taking
the exact example of humanbeings being minute in the grand scheme of things
yet the camaro races
the smog rolls us home
allowing filth into water columns
this the oil ruptures at sea and without squid
minus every fish and scale
decrease in size all marine life and in flight
depleted are the holes of graves
depleted veins in us
this extraction has high power rifle holes bearing our guilty blood lard
then when all is quiet
please open the gates
the elephants will fall
tusks removed
barrel bored cleaned and slammed home
the powder has fired
the recoil will last more than time itself
this
the extra sorrow spread by the simplistic sound
of the dying song sparrow
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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i am very upset lately. what with all the discourse on ted or whomever else murdering animals. this had to be written, had to get it out of my system and it felt good to let it out. this poem will have many added pieces to it as the days go bye.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
could you add cooking directions ?....just kidding man
Godfather.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
the acts of man
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
open your hands
out come doves
each perfectly fitted for sky life
each golden internal and with beaming
today and this night
the exact same luster felt between moon child and sun child
we have none to not
and worse than
each and every mushroom head a depleted song of even death to fungi
nothing even pure for bacteria and microscopic
the leader as always even under vulture beak and talon
your eyes are burnt wide open and blinded are your senses
each smell, touch, tasted and heard event is now a cob webbed quagmire
the complexity of ignornce and as blind
the rotten dragon
busted crystal ball
and crumbling castle magic
and when you could listen
did you ever notice the black feathers
ever feel the exact colored sky
this the shine from above crows
remember the crows
each fence and wire devoid today
again this the butterfly graveyard where wildflowers
again not born from new seed
again not drank
again not winded by clouds grazing their innocent dreams
this the exact nightmare no winged creature has the right to deal with
so the skulls and bones dive down from high up and no migration of success
no tree covered in monarchs
no fields joyous and lifting off as if hovering
i have not any
you have not any
together that is you
that is me
that is this entirety
none do we have and the decency is as vacant
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
has hollow arrows running through mountain goat
as well as mountain lion
and the great lynx of north america and persian swamps
beating lungs
the lungs of expanding contracting chests of beast to beast
with the interference of cruelty from mankind's quiver
and in this act the witnesses surround the blood splatter
as simplistic caterpillar and as complex as the chrysalis sleeping
a cocoon living
heartbeat
delving into dream of perfection to be stomped to death
through deforestation exponential decline rat hole fucking
minus
all negative numbers piled into a heap of bloody hides
no prayer all teeth
most ripped out with pliers
man's hands
his tools wrapped in barbed wire
each finger an instrument of cruel and unusual punishment
the canned hunt
the box of rifle shells on the truck seat smoking hot
before even placed into the chamber
before the pin sends home lead and death
this
the exact group of several turkey buzzards
devoid of shadow and scream
never have more ivory
horns
or tusks been removed
even though the mightiest of butterflies have asked
tried
heaved and implied patience
strength
morals and tears
to beg the yielding of mass murder
and yet
twenty two elephants are shot down violently
removed from their last breaths
no happiness
no rhinoceros(es)
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
most ripped out with pliers
man's hands
his tools wrapped in barbed wire
each finger an instrument of cruel and unusual punishment
Jeffry.
and my dreams and not ever
not once
will you ever find unicorn
mating or eating big macs, fries and chocolate shakes
not ever will you
when you search and research
turning over every stone
leaving no boulder
pebble
or mountaintop unturned
never ever will you locate anything other than paradise on the rails of derailment
and the famous pirate's skull and crossbones
this
and of course
the atomic energy symbol
again
when physics is a barrel of monkeys
physically injecting themselves
with undistilled very much ageless bourbon
then and only then
will microscopic and telescopic rule completely allign with your eyes and mind
this
stop sign
works
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
When physics is a barrel of monkees...
no footprints left behind
only ahead and with no curves followed
into uranium caverns and canyons glowing
here
you can hear the force in wooden flutes
and through the great willows splashing in creeks
the vastness is soon
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
he writes into the night
occasionally marijuana buds pieces are packed into glass
a lighter flashes
darkness that has taken in entire visions and the room
are now as if a camera has taken a snap
the words are still missing
the man in his chair is hungry
not for food
no
hungry for rainforests
hungry for environmental rightness
this exact calling
is for him
for the void of the cities falling into wreckage
the bloody walls drip down
streets run red
pollution has once again defeated dreams
somehow no one knows
sees
understands
listens
reads
comprehends natural sciences
the sun is the listener
the talker
the divider
the conquer
this is moon's battler and ally
nonetheless even its opposite twin
each a father
mother
daughter and son
grandfather and greatest of grandest mothers
this is when each spring fed luxury is acidic
tastes of copper
feels of poison and fire to the flesh of beast plant and man
and in this dismal affair lovers are destroyed under mountainous tops removed
mined till death
and trout headless fish
count down river
count down the overfilled oilwells driven into the bloody earth like slaves
this
where guts fly
stupidity owns limousines
catered events poolside
where resorts crumble to the sound of hunger from underneath their precious golden feet lit with sparkling diamonds and rusty bones that chatter a dull bunch of lies and ignorance
this clamp
a vice around the earth
held and obeyed
controlled by evil and the simplicity
of
E PLURIBUS UNUM
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce