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...
to consume in...
simply
harvesting life
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
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
silly poem
is transformed into
a war cry.
a war cry.
Climate Change, All that Jazz
{not my photo}
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