This poem presents possible solutions to the problem of Global Warming, from the point of view of Planet Earth. But I’m afraid few of us humans–except maybe Elon Musk, who sometimes talks about living on Mars– would find these solutions satisfactory.
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You’re trapped in the physical world of things,
Of blood and veins and sinews. Strings
Of matter vibrate. Matter sings.
You’re furtively urged to flee
To the insensate place
Inside of me.
I’m firm in the grip of your human hand,
Of man’s condition, low or grand,
Of the hated, human fate of man–
To be born and breathe and die–
Which no one but no one escapes,
Why this possessive, regressive vow,
This dim obsession with living now?
Your infestation’s cessation allows
The Earth to continue apace,
If only your race would leave
Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew
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