Weave had to live
In the shadow
Of our looming
Self-destruction
It’s time
To take
A strand
Enough
All ready
As we hit the concrete
Beyond erudite
Threads on facebook
Virtually no matter
How tightly woven
Betwixt loose yarns spun
And kittens so darn cute
Attesting we are left
In stitches
Save one
Netting nein
In time
A tangled web we weave
World wide
From pirates patch
People unplugged
The dogs of war heeling
Affronting banks taken aback
A seaming democracy redressed
Mother nature returning
Good work for awe
And sew we go
Destiny mending
This poem is a call to address and confront the multiple fronts on which humanity is racing to its own destruction. We seem to be endlessly enamored with our own cleverness, even in a desert of wisdom. We look to technologies for salvation, only fearing that our best stories are of robot or zombie apocalypses. We float down the lazy river of denial, only to distract ourselves should a toe touch shore. We beg the powers that be for even soul-numbing jobs to prop up feudal consumerism in earth-destroying lifestyles. We mine virtual realities for solace and fleeting rations of hope. We have descended even far below the bite of an apple. But alas, perhaps even a simple taste of reality can lure us back to overturn the moneychangers, starve the dogs of war, and cradle a gentle democracy in a provident nature. Hope springs eternal when we can see past winter takes all…
