Long ago, when I looked out my window at Clark Park this time of year, I would get a tremendous feeling of well- being when I saw the blooming of sacred dandelion and a healthy diverse abundance of life. I don’t know how long it takes, if ever, for the Soil to fully come back to life after corporate biocide chemicals have been mindlessly spread upon it. I don't know how long it's been since the last extermination, but the dandelion flowers weren't here last year. And the soil in park A still looks like Death.
I can’t tell you more about the years of killing with chemicals, which Sam and I witnessed. It’s a classified corporate secret, and we gave up on democracy long ago.
Dear corporate spies, I wrote this poem for my old dead friends. No worries; sit back and watch the new hip porn on your neighbor's computer; I'm already on the list!
The Dandelion and the Fall, A Requiem in Springtime
The predawn glow slipped into my shuttered eyes,
First birds of spring, singing merrily, singing for life,
Oh, wondrous, music of rebirth, the new cycle!
Joyous heralding of the new day; ancient song, calling my flesh, calling my heart!
Springtime, I celebrate your abundance!
I sprung up from night time quarters!
Without breaking the fast, my two leg’s flew to the ancient Common.
Clark Park, proclaimed the sign; a new Business district.
But trees, worms, precious weeds, humanity, love, wine…
This was my business at the divine Common, like a magnet and metal, I soared instinctively this morn'
But wait! Oh my God! Senses, hammering my mind and soul, I cried aloud!
Where have the flowers gone? Where are our beloved cousins? Sacred Dandelion!
Beautiful like sunlight, deep roots, joy filled flowers,
Life sustaining cousin of man, where are you?
Dandelion and springtime, a holy, a sacred, an ancient marriage!
Where are you? Where have all the flowers of the Soil gone?
Suddenly, a deep thunderous voice, cried out behind me!
Fear, astonishment; yet I recognized the very old, the very wise voice.
Instantaneously, I recognized anger; I recognized trauma!
“Viscous two leg! Ape of Death! Murderer!” My flesh vibrated!
I turned to face the old giant; I knew the voice; deep, deep, memories, ancient family.
He cried out with despair; from deep within his ringed core.
“They were my family, I watched over them as every season turned”
“From the beginning of time, I loved them all!”
Then, the pain switched once again, retribution; thundering anger rattled my bones!
“You viscous virus from hell’s lowest depth; you killed them all”
“More than a plague; extermination, annihilation, biocide”
“Why? Why? Why? Are your golden trinkets your soul? Your heart?”
“Why did you poison the children, my family? Wicked vile, ape!”
Stunned, I could not ignore the unbearable pain, I could not turn away!
My heart knew the truth! This ancient giant was now hollowed, alone.
My kind, my wicked race; we killed the Soil, Mother Earth herself!
Barrels and barrels of poison; indiscriminately, mindlessly,
We two legs killed the Dandelion! Precious and fragile! The children!
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Beautiful like sunlight, deep roots, joy filled flowers,
Life sustaining cousin of man, where are you?
Dandelion and springtime, a holy, a sacred, an ancient marriage!
Where are you? Where have all the flowers of the Soil gone?
Suddenly, a deep thunderous voice, cried out behind me!
Fear, astonishment; yet I recognized the very old, the very wise voice.
Instantaneously, I recognized anger; I recognized trauma!
“Viscous two leg! Ape of Death! Murderer!” My flesh vibrated!
I turned to face the old giant; I knew the voice; deep, deep, memories, ancient family.
He cried out with despair; from deep within his ringed core.
“They were my family, I watched over them as every season turned”
“From the beginning of time, I loved them all!”
Then, the pain switched once again, retribution; thundering anger rattled my bones!
“You viscous virus from hell’s lowest depth; you killed them all”
“More than a plague; extermination, annihilation, biocide”
“Why? Why? Why? Are your golden trinkets your soul? Your heart?”
“Why did you poison the children, my family? Wicked vile, ape!”
Stunned, I could not ignore the unbearable pain, I could not turn away!
My heart knew the truth! This ancient giant was now hollowed, alone.
My kind, my wicked race; we killed the Soil, Mother Earth herself!
Barrels and barrels of poison; indiscriminately, mindlessly,
We two legs killed the Dandelion! Precious and fragile! The children!
Then, the wise ancient giant, spoke once more. His limbs filled the sky above me.
Now, the voice was
calm, empty, helpless, almost soft.
“First, you cut down half of my brothers, and I watched, immobile.”
“Then, you spread poison upon the little ones; ‘our upscale
vision,’ boasted the king ape.”
As if the whole universe spoke, His calm wisdom pierced my precarious soul!
“Now, you wicked apes, self-anointed Gods, spreading death
across our universe”
“It is your turn for extinction! Death!
Obliteration! Biocide is a circle,
you damned fools!”
“Listen closely ape,” he said, as he gazed down upon me.
“You will never again see the beloved flowers; for all of
endless eternity.”
“The children do not swim in the lake of fire; this man-made
lake, you created; all for yourselves!”
And He spoke no more!
We kill! We kill! We kill!
I wept this day, Oh, humanity! Oh, sacred Dandelion! And I wept some more!
