Tuesday, March 10, 2020
MOTHER
King Midas In Reverse
is the ultimate metaphor
for the lot of us
everything is fine
till we come along and turn it to shit
jolted out of complacency
your first instinct is to
stockpile that asswipe
funny
when you think of our priorities
just don't be squeezin' that Charmin, okay?
too many bodies
it's what I've been telling you
all along
too many friggin' heads
to even try to count
but nothing to be done about it now
'cept to kill a crapload of us off
is that what you've had
in the back of your mind
all along, Mother?
in the name of self-preservation?
Mars looks on
and doesn't blame you...
so quiet there now
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The last three lines gave me chills. Powerful piece.
ReplyDeleteI think Mother Nature doesn't rule by emotion. She's more practical --- everything in its time, even death. Flowers, trees, animals --- they don't fear or cry about their own demise; they just eat, run, and frolic until their time runs out. They don't reflect themselves into heart attacks either --- or eat themselves into diabetes or disease.
I don't care what you do to the earth, nature will have its way. Things will grow --- the hardy, at least. Some will suffer and wither away, replenishing the earth. Simple. Cyclical. People tend to think, plan, and worry too much.
... my humble opinions
So eloquently stated, and I'm with you all the way. The poem contemplates a worst-case scenario. And so true about animals, who live their lives in the moment and act from instinct. I have always admired this in the sense that their path is clear-cut, whereas ours is often murky. We wake with the particular anxieties of the day, and it often doesn't bring out the best in us.
Delete"We wake with the particular anxieties of the day, and it often doesn't bring out the best in us."
DeleteOh, boy. Isn't that the truth?!
back to outhouses and corncobs. do not forget to shell the corn before using cob.
ReplyDeleteWaste not want not. Grew up on a farm, so I remember that of which ye speak. Them cobs didn't exactly feel like Cottonelle!
DeleteOh the close is terrific! Realities of our times - seem to circle around wipes :)
ReplyDeleteIt does make you wonder about our priorities in life, when I go to the stores and the toilet paper shelves are "wiped clean" of all product. Hey, you forgot food for the baby!
DeleteWe do have a bit of an overpopulation problem, don't we?
ReplyDeleteIndeed. I can say with some pride, that I didn't contribute to it :)
DeleteLacking eloquence, your point is made. In Oregon, they burn the fields after the grass seeds are harvested so the next year's crop is free of contaminants. Perhaps Mother Nature is doing the same, frightening to think!
ReplyDeleteEvery one of these things has come and gone--Ebola, etc. Which we have to assume will be the case with this. WHEN is the only question. And what will we be like as a society afterward? I write of the worst case scenario, but my vision is of a nation with a new sense of appreciation for what it's got...a lessening of the stupid partisan bickering...a rejoicing in restarting activities we took for granted before...and a newfound zest for life.
DeleteMother Nature has been pushed to her limit..we humans are the last straw. It doesn't matter how much money one has if the bottom can't find the paper. :)
ReplyDeleteTHAT'S THE "BOTTOM LINE," SUSIE!
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