Nature Lovers

Nature lovers unite!
We have only to defeat the fear
Of the dirty little secret
At the heart of the dark:
Everybody's somebody else's lunch.

It's been a weird gig
To be the broken link
In the food chain of fools,
Masticating our way to the elusive apex,
At the pinnacle of arrogance on the food pyramid.

Nobody eats this meat, we insist:
Neither bear nor beast
Nor breast of mama
Deprives the worms as well in death,
Consumed entirely by flames.

For far too long we conceived in nature
As a pastoral binge
Out of some off the wall city escape
To a babbling brook with a babbling broad
Away from the millions we considered highly unnatural.

The billions crawl and mall and trade
Their commercial appetites in
For something insatiable to the last bite.
Nature has the last laugh----
Compost full of grace.

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The Henry David Thoreau Volunteer Army

We're looking for a few desperate men
And women, quietness, no problem,
Willing to work long hours
With only intrinsic rewards.

The law abiding can apply elsewhere.
Must be willing to risk jail, poverty,
Death, and the vilification of the state.

Enlist anywhere.
Apply everywhere.
Goto.

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