The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

As usual I watch TV.
Not news but documentary.
“Care and Sustenance of Nature” theme, wherein I learn
The world’s downfall is not the climate, wars or other,
But the disappearance of the fauna, disappearance of the flora.
Population out of hand, we continue in our building,
Take the forests and its bounty.
Must we mutiny?

In the forests are the flora and the fauna:
Insects, mosses, mushrooms, herbs;
All dependent on the flora, all reliant on the fauna.

Population out of hand; swelling daily,
How to build for it more wisely?
Species dying out of hand,
We, the ostriches in sand,
Where lies duty, where lies blame?
Where lies power and restraint?
Who shall act with calm and tact?
I, you, we who lacked the facts?

T has plans to dig the Arctic.
There can be no Noah’s Ark. Bit bores and drills.
Do we need oil?
Fated to be hanging there somewhere in space,
Green, over-green, impure for sure?
Seen from up above, sun-blocked from war?
Submerged in water. What could be:
‘Hell on earth’ no more cliché but nature’s blithe reality.
The Disappearance Of The Flora & The Fauna

12.1.2017 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin

You are a stone.
I want to strike you with my stick
You know
Like Moses did in the desert
That worked out great for him
Not hard or anything
Just so the water finally gushes forth
And I am nourished
And you are human
And I can stop talking to a ******* stone
That doesn’t even answer back
Like real stones do
But I have to be careful
I don’t want you to burst
Though it would be strange if you did
You are a stone, after all
Maybe I’ll just sit next to you instead
Maybe that’ll work
Or poke a little
That should do the trick
Or ****
Or embrace
Or hold

Why isn’t this working
This isn’t
I can’t
Why aren’t you
Can’t you just
hey
How about thi—
Listen to me!

SMACK

Oh!
The water!
I did it!
You broke open!
Now I’ll be nourished!
Now you’ll finally be real!
I was afraid you’d burst!
Or I’d crumble
But I did it!
Now we can get out of this ******* desert
Together!

wait

The water
It’s trickling
There’s barely any at all
And you’re still a stone
And I’m still dying of thirst
And talking to a rock.
I’ll die before you trickle out enough water for me to drink
And live to tell about it
You know that, right?

I hate stones.
They‘re so unreliable.

[I wish I could start again.]

Like a rock climber attached to her entrusted harness
Coming up from the cliff, and if she was falling
Her friends will be waiting on each side
Eagerly for her feet to touch the floor



But I'm alone
Just another wanderer
Every morning I wake up falling behind
Looking for the stars to guide me
Strings to hold me upright
When I would rather have slumped
Everyday looking at my feet
These undone laces I always want perfect
But can't even bother tying anymore


WHY AM I LIKE THIS
I can't accept it


I. can't. accept. it.

I just wish I could start again
From Point Z to A
But I'm far beyond those 26 letters aren't I?

I already know what you think
Just yesterday I saw you
And when you looked back at me
You didn't say a word
With that you spoke everything

I spent the rest of that night, that year, listening
As words rang and echoed across this once peaceful dark room
Cutting through the silence like stab wounds
Filling it with demons twice the size of space they occupied
All equipped with knives as they proceed to carve deeper in
Down into the heart of the seamstress
Sewing and stitching at what has ripped and spilled
Trying to keep things neat and tidy outside
But could not replace what was lost in the end


Today my body tried to wake up
But my spirit never did
Under the cover and pillows I shuffled and searched
This time I couldn't find it no longer

As I instinctively, curiously followed it
I opened what's inside and looked towards the mess left behind
I saw that I made my own strings
The connections I have cut, the bad ones I have kept
Lines I have drawn and reshaped
Boundaries I should not have crossed
The strings I've hung onto all of my life, clinging to me now
As they slowly drag me, pulling me down
Us slowly inching away into the abyss below
And as I called for friends to catch me, to help reel me back up
I realized too late that no one else was there all along
Only the downward spiral of regret grief and sorrow
They all came back today
Just to visit me, haunt me
Taunting me through where I was stuck
This one, last
Never ending
Loop

Each string
Twisting and turning
Every fiber of my being
As I struggled
Panicking at first
Then slowly, more steadily
Wriggling helpless until everything gave up


I was alone
Eagerly waiting for my feet to touch the floor

Would you like to hear a poem?
I'm sure you would
After all that's why you're here
Okay, let's see

Looking down this abyss with me
Feels kind of calming don't you think?
I can hear it gently whisper words to me
If only I could make it out
If only I could
Make it out

Wait

You hear that too?
It's a sound of wind
Brushing against something
Something empty, hollow
A plane
A hole
A burial
The sound
The uncertainty
It's been driving me insane for years now
Meanwhile
The sky told me to calm down
The abyss told me to come down
But whose voice did I hear?
I don't know anymore

But it's beautiful here, isn't it?
What?
Oh right sorry, the poem
What would you like to hear?

I live in a God's complex
A metropolis of facilities all lined up neatly in rows
One by one, each line of an intelligent design
State of the art insulations perfectly enclosing this refuge
An oasis in the cold, safe from outside harm
Sheltering the lost arts of relaxation and comfort

They say God is blind
Oh so precious was the thought
But from this view
I can see everything
And from the inside
I can hear everything
Carry anything
What could ever tear this down?

Who knows
Only God knows
God's elaborate
God's complex
He oversees everything
Hears everything

But they say God was deaf
That God owed them
A heaven in the skies
That he hears everything
The truths and the lies
But God owns a building complex
Behind walls he was confined
He was a terrorist
By the mask that we assigned
An almost architect
A destroyer nonetheless
And through his own believes
He was once an atheist
A teacher, a student
A son, a mother
A father, a daughter
A cynic and a lover
Conformist and traitor, his own creator
A dreamweaver, human creature, Godmaker
Taking up every living space this world had to offer
Settling in, committing sin
Exploiting God's creations, claiming it theirs
Leeching off all that he is within
Taking and taking as God gave them up out of love
One by one the spaces were occupied
The new Gods came


As all the young and old put words in each other's mouths
Fighting for what was once good, now only selfish
Driven by a need
For a purpose, a calling
A self-fulfilling prophecy to create something out of nothing
They talked in circles and shapes
As he
He didn't say a word
And so they thought he was mute
But they just never listened
Inside these last four walls
He will hear everything
When nothing outside exists anymore
When nothing he's created talks back anymore
When nothing moves, and nothing moves him
Dead silence
He's heard enough
And so on the last day he rested
To never return again


God has a building complex

To renovate
Renovate

Renovating the nothingness inside

I remembered in science class
We watched this video about the water cycle

They said something about rain
And how they were in those things called clouds
How over time they would cool down
And how they fall
Tiny drops plummeting to Earth
Conforming into shape wherever they ended up
In definite volume when in constant pressure and temperature
As they slowly become the makings of the oceans
Waves crushing, brushing over the shores, hiding what's below
Each wave a secret the ground could never know
But they gave it life and motion
Luscious colors, traces of red, blue, yellow
All combining into everything else, for everyone else
But they themselves only embraced what was around
Made to be see-through
But they never noticed
How in yourself you drowned

They played with you, toyed with you
Abused you, consumed you
Under the sun, broad day
In plain sight you slowly fade
But they never noticed
Until it was too late


Only then they called you, knew your name
Said something about the rain
About those clouds they didn't see
As guilty tears went down their cheeks
They call you now
But you can't speak

It's a cycle, they said
Something that never ends

Yet here I am longing



I remembered you in science class