it’s depressing
to think about the politics of oppression
to think about the end game of capitalism
to think about the disease we call consumerism
we cling to the frail hope that democracy is real
that the rule of law abides
but this is a world of failed states and states of fear
a world we poison for our amusement
earthrapers are what we are
we are a blight attacking the planet and all we share it with
there is no excuse for our cruelty
only shame
yet beauty persists
nature will overcome our temporary infestation
whether by anti-bodies or annihilation
the day will come when earth will be free of us
reconstituting the atoms that have been our bodies
back into nature
to flourish once more
without the hubris and arrogance that blinds us to the truth
everything is connected
in the full roundness of time
we will come again and see this world differently
as guests, not as rulers
accepting reality as it is
naturally
David Trudel © 2014
ambiguous
some days are like that
what?
ambiguous
not quite a total fucking disaster
but not bad either
gotcha, says he
it’s the middle of winter
but when the sun shines
even a grey day
shows some colour
like a redwinged blackbird
on a fenceline
tenuous as hell
when its raining and cold
it all gets to be
ambiguous
like that
David Trudel © 2014
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