Tuesday, 18 June 2013

The Soul of Cilantro {3 of 5}

Caterpillar, A War Cry
{part 3 of 5}
 
a.k.a. help your Caterpillars transform
ugly to beautiful,
not
beautiful to ugly.
Link: It's you, Canada - not just them over there
{not my photo}
Silly poem,
    a war cry.
 
Dear cilantro,
    I am sorry
    but thanks.
 
One day I’ll resurrect you
    with my body, and
    harvest life
    from a burial site.
Life and death
   do a jig for the
   soul of
   cilantro.

The Caterpillar bulldozed
    their garden,
    their home,
    while weeding out
    lesser beings -
    spraying pesticides and
    building fences
    that kill the gardener,
    and the garden.
Caterpillar bulldozing
    their farms,
    their towns -
    to weed out
    lesser beings -
    consuming
    earth and people
    simply to plant a city
    to consume in...
    simply
    harvesting life
    from a burial site.
 
Guts of
    their house,
    their life blood:
    the olive tree roots,
    the maple’s blood,
    stuck in the
    Caterpillar’s claw...
Disguised by a name
    symbolizing beauty transformed,
    the Caterpillar transforms
    life into death, and
    digs a grave,
    to harvest life.

Where even a
    silly poem
    is transformed into
    a war cry.
 
Climate Change, All that Jazz
{not my photo}


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