"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Lobster Numb

The devil’s in the details
and we dance blind.

Bully bloat, science won't matter
 until denial gets bit, orange alliance,
great is downgraded to embarrassment.

Keep the fossil in the tank, air bleak,
and water selling higher than oil.

All that pulpit thump preaching hell
has a highway through Armageddon
forgot to consult Mother Earth.

She’s been saying for ages there’s
a burning coming, but humans are lobster numb,
denying they sulphured the match.

©Susie Clevenger 2017


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Powerful, Susie.....the road through Armageddon where we failed to consult Mother Earth is just so true.

Toni Spencer said...

Wow! "lobster numb" brings to mind all kinds of images. But lobsters do feel the hot boiling water which is why I do a humane kill before I plunge them into the pot. I wonder if someone will give us humans a humane pot before we are plunged into the heat.

Martin Kloess said...

Deep indeed. ...and I hear (from the news) the time is coming.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

We thought we were cooking seafood -- well, we were, but we didn't know we have become the main course. I wonder if our refusal to look into nature's mirror -- our steadfast way of "dancing blind" is what is producing the wild optics of our poetry. I saw a headline at NY Times or WaPo the other day, something like "Mother Earth Joins the Climate Conversation" -- as if finally her voice cannot not be heard. I sure hope so. Thanks for joining in, Susie -

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