Who shall remain to speak of Eden sleeping?
When gone the earth, our splendid garden
left of backward dreaming
and all the glorious twisty tendril reaches
vines to cling to life, anew the greening seasons

Alone the fields in September shades, grains
of wheat and rye will not play, of fall's refraining
or sing the cat birds strange meowing

Once rows and rows, the fields flowed,
fed heavenly our daily bread
before the GMOs

Unearthly - sick the flocks afield
no bees about, the headless flowering yields
all the gifts, the seeds of life cannot be found again
we've decimated Eden




http://www.greenmedinfo.com/blog/dows-deadly-harvest-return-agent-orange

There's hope:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P03nNeYiJo&feature;=related

fang
in the dull
tooth
of my womb

this sadness

I did not
inherit, that I

cannot
pass on,
does not

make me
human

but some

     third, fourth

     incurious
beast

loitering
in the belly

     of a ruined, or half built

ark

the man began by pointing at the spots on the baby’s head and then he looked to us as if we were to answer for each.  he turned the baby’s head carefully- it might’ve been an old globe to him.  he apologized more than once for his age pocked hands.  his apologies were unsettling, each one moreso than the last.  his assistant minded none of this and sat reading an upside down newspaper while curling and uncurling her bare toes at no discernible prompt.  when the baby squealed the man went pale and dropped it and his coat opened and we saw his naked wrinkled middle turn to ash and we saw the baby scooped up by the feet of his assistant and then saw the baby fit in her mouth.  she never moved from her chair to do the scooping or the placing and we were horrified as she righted the paper and silently admonished the man for being momentarily vacant as to the whereabouts of her shoes.  he went to his fours and nosed the shoes to her feet and we said amen to the tail of his coat.  the assistant then stood and as she did so the man made swallowing noises and because we’d said amen together we were able to form a search party from which we periodically broke to *******.

what is and was
is not now
as time is
and is not now
time is just a frame of mind
and is not now
for that is what time is
just not now.

They came to visit me in a dream
mother and grandmother, sitting on the lawn
The earth spun quickly, they so delighted did not notice
Only spoke of  gardens, tomatoes ripening on the vine,
laughing, rolling in grass, dresses green stained
My tears deep as wells, went empty in life's longings
My arms became flowered stems
for them to gaze upon,
to love silently,
endlessly

I saw dust sparkles fly all around us,
through trees, clouds, rooftops - all things
I saw them fly off too, sparkling
realizing so soon such dust
we all become

i am the carpenter
dying deplored
with straight square walls
that lead me to all
twists
and turns
of sacred perspectives
and roof lines
where
the greater
of me
would bleed
in ecstasy
into the sky