I like My Whisky Neat but My Oceans on the Rocks
1.
The myth of Nature finally expelled
the earth is man
EARTH IS MAN
EARTH IS MAN
Extinction. More or less redundant to the dodo; analogy for idiocy
Dodo did not dead itself, you know, simply fell out of ecologic style
But what is that to you, as you live amounts your fancy cars and houses
Go. Going. Gone.
You, Darwin’s ungrateful heirs
We assume survival of the species
Evolution a fact we are determined to disprove
But listen-
to whispers, grunts in dense jungle
to the grand plots and schemes of playground ants
they know what you loath to admit
the earth is earth
immutable
mother
2.
The secrets of conspirators
other species wait to take this neglected throne
the leathery bat or insecure squid or unassuming koala
Bewared!
The machination of those crafty marsupials
they sleep in trees now, but soon our beds
will dress in our clothes, take up our vocations: cabdrivers, professors, TV producers
Curate our museums where skinless reconstruction of t-rexes smile, no less ironically
they schedule book tours for authors
discussing the study of our decline and inevitable death
rattle
they will drift into our gutted homes
invited through doors we left ajar
they carve into their doorpost our epitaph
a warning to their children
the earth is earth
undeniable
father
3.
We are a candle burning beneath a paper cup of water
We are Samson; blind and hands against the beams
We are Sardanapalus reclining on red satin
We are the atomic. fucking. bomb.
willing to curse death with death
But what did you expect other than violence
should a vulture sing like a meadowlark
or Hyena of the plains learn to weep apposed to laugh
the cat will mew, and mew, and mew
until some one
lets her
out
Fire wants to tell you something
It covets wood until it is black and valueless
satiates its heart and speaks its extinguished breath
a warning
to you
The Earth is Earth
indisputable
death
4.
Some speak like we might seceded from earth
cut our selves from this womb
like an adolescent Zeus
Some speak like earth is mute, tongue-less, resigned.
Do you really think she will remain silent forever; suffer this disgrace?
Gaia gonna find you after class, gonna take you behind the handball court and fuck you up
Poseidon has traded his trident for a 45. and is calling your bitch-ass out into the street
Earth prays for a deliverance from you
She recites the Psalm 109 with every hurricane. She calls the name of Shiva with every quake.
Do you think even faithful Yahweh or longsuffering Allah
are going to let you little shits trade in your birthright for a house on the coast and a full tank of gas. Squatters and transience will be evicted, so saith the Lord.
The spirit of Jonah walks now through the streets of the world
through the hollowed out buildings of Chernobyl
to the five lanes of the 105 down into the belly of Los Angeles calling,
Repent, Repent, Repent!
The day of wrath comes!
The Earth is Earth,
unassailable
life!
