Provisions
Earth was a perfumed garden
residing in a single galaxy
beauteous fair among the planeted channels
so blooms its presence which has given birth to me
lighted reflections among the waterfalls
succulent as oranges in bowls of cedar
or apple blossom petals dancing in the winds
there enticed my heart
to the park of natures nursery
where the trails are laden
with baby's breath and blueberries myrtle
juniper , ash , thimbleberries , and chanterelles
we have steeped peppermint , currant and sassafras for tea
with hyssop , palmetto , and mandrake
turmeric , saffron , paprika , sage among our spices
dried plantain , maiden hair and olives
have graced our tables
mallow , ginseng , nutmeg , cinnamon , pennyroyal
tamarind , rue , every flora and fauna that sprouts
unrivaled in all her bounties
provisions made for every delight
energy and power has shaped her mountain ranges
meadows , valleys , islands , and seas
so complete her resources
that we can find nothing that delights
lacking in her but we ourselves
how quickly man has replaced
her cotillion of species
with cement and a flat screen
where empire means empty
and shaped steel means plenty
and the dance of dominion
is the desolation of what supports our lives
shackles , chains , slavery , prison
to a shallow society of souls surrendered
to the immolation of creation
the arsenal of greed and pride
which has bound the herd
upon the precipice of suicide
where swiftly the poison of property
has dashed and crushed life
upon the rocks where nothing can grow
the slow death of humanity
drowning in his own debris
our luxury someone else's slavery
the 10 year old who is hungry
and climbs into a pit for what we consider
less than nothing
mining our riches
we decry poverty and bondage
but sight unseen does not make us clean
where sensory masturbation is the
addiction of the masses
all that is left for the " lower classes "
I'll not give you this
if you haven't looked around
you are considered " remiss "
the 99 percent are still richer than
two thirds of the rest of humanity
your baby sitter is no longer "black and white"
but unfettered violence of every type
when the store is empty
where will you turn ??
Matt 24:3-14
IITim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 11:15-19
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014
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