When The Conch Shell Loses Its Roar
"We won't have a society if we destroy the environment."
- Margaret Mead
It's time to face the facts, Jack, Jill;
give the marsh back to the ocean,
move uphill. Give the river back
its mouth, the shore to the sea.
It's way past time to clean the obscene –
ness from the blue-green waters
we rape to feed us. Dead zones exist
in the deep, yet we weep
when nature disturbs our ego.
We just don't get it. The need to breathe
begins in the sea. It's life, renewed,
in grasses that cleanse our ignorance,
in spite of our arrogance,
We are choking her to death
with stupidity and greed.