A Cautionary Tale

Ten foot tall and so polite, (thank you, Lord, for that)
The mammoths could have raised one less-than-dainty foot
and turned their prey to bone meal and a spot of viscera,
the makings of a tasty cake, one might suppose.

Instead they waited patiently for their turn, which
when it came found all the water gone. Their carcasses
lined up as if still waiting for a drink. It could be a myth;
I’m not convinced that George Washington had wooden
teeth, but I concede the possibility. Be that as it may.

I have never heard suggested that our first president
should be reconstituted.  I wish they’d likewise
leave the sleeping mammoth alone. But no,
they’ve thawed his frozen frame and extracted marrow,
mixed it with some fat and bone, perhaps some bat wings.

The truth is little known just what is going on
but mad scientists want to clone the woolly thing,
maybe add a gene to make it perfect in their eyes.
‘Twould be a shame and pity if they succeed
only to have blind justice step up,

scales in hand,
to proclaim the gentle beast
………………..a bit less friendly this time.
It’s scary but I concede the possibility.

Beyond Imagination

What we leave behind
returns to greet us… unplanned,
unsought, unexpectedly.

Ever ancient, ever new,
the universe is a finely tuned
microcosm of miracles

and the human race, all string
and tin cans, is a discordant blip
on its echocardiogram.

Walk softly and carry no stick.
Life is not a fiction.  It is not
a spectator sport either.

Life is an amalgamation of dreams
and deeds that will return to us
unbidden

to comfort or accuse.
We become the sum of our imagination
guided by the will of a greater God,

maker
of miracles and dreams
and a microcosm yet to be seen.

 

Fractured

Hair tied back, breeze ruffling her dress,
she receives the morning rays
like a first kiss.

August almost done, bushes bear their berries;
it is a season of plenty.  Time
has little touched this land.

Stones glisten along the marshy bank
as if the river were their mother,
and they too wise to stray.

Irreverent to think of leaving and yet,
the thought was there, not for the stones
but for the girl.

She hears the trucks roaring in the distance,
There will be no picks and shovels
in this merciless mission,

More brutal far, this ravaging of Earth,
this fracturing that brought in
rougher men,

Strangers with no ties to the land,
bonuses for production,  the rumble
grows ever louder.

Her long thin fingers gentle a berry
from its stem.  Tomorrow these bushes
will be gone.

The lease has been signed.

 

Proponents of hydraulic fracturing point to the economic benefits from the vast amounts of formerly inaccessible hydrocarbons the process can extract.  Opponents point to potential environmental impacts, including contamination of ground water, depletion of fresh water, risks to air quality, the migration of gases and hydraulic fracturing chemicals to the surface, surface contamination from spills and flow-back, and the health effects of these. For these reasons hydraulic fracturing has come under international scrutiny, with some countries suspending or banning it. The practice of injecting water into deep rock formations causes earthquakes, both the U.S. Army and the U.S. Geological Survey have concluded.