another dark love - Sandy Eastoak

[Larry Robinson]

another dark love


the climate is changing, seasons
rearranging, the specter of venus haunts
hydrocarbon dreams. no one believes
the disaster of 4-6 º centigrade, the apocalypse
of a few drowned cities.

we all know how much worse.
the savviest liberal is hardly more realistic
than the bible capitalist.
we scurry like denial ants, each with our
destined grain of sand.

& yet the breath of earth stirs us.
the winds of trees penetrate the gossamer
of unending connection. engineer to grub
to crab grass to mackerel to bread mold to
melting icicle to water rounded stone.

there is a voice singing inside every.
there is a hearing within the vast deafness.
aberrant cells in the sweet earth body,
we bend & shudder to some collective immune 
response that calls us back, calls us.

greed is not the inner nature of any human being,
nor any kind of being. shark & wolverine
& kudzu vine are more complex, ambiguous.
even the corporate ceo fracking us to hell
is a patchwork story with unpredictable twists.

the sun doesn’t feel so warm now as threatening.
what happened to double hung windows & a thousand
clever passive devices lost to witness technology?
screw the supply side. whittle the demand to
so little even a caddis fly is cradled.

she is calling, she is calling. maple winds &
supersized hurricane waves become symphonic.
someday the dance teacher will no longer strike
the iridescent wings of a wandering fly. the oil magnate
will protect tar sands flora with his life.

all the things we have to have
become a joke, obscene but easily forgotten.
to touch lichen growing on bark brings us to our knees,
worshipping & awed. glaciers can grow again,
only one venus circling our sun.

	- Sandy Eastoak

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