Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Montague Plain

The Montague Plain
drives some of us insane
not much to look at
blessed habitat
alluvial plain without
capital gain
green, serene
no infernal machine
and the pain of loss
will not be condoned.
This human cannot speak
for the land
only of the land
there is no rhyme
no sensible reason
takers looming
colonial concepts
own the water
scar the land
split the atoms!
Enough failed ideas
to fill a pipeline
one end to another
one that will not be
laid here, in this ground
as long as we stand here.