Get Your Premium Membership

Secret Lives of Shame

We could speak together, Decry rabid violence of chronically stressed kids and young adults acting like kids, apparently regardless of income or race; perhaps not of enculturation. Feeling claustrophobic, anxious about an unpromising competitive future, drowning in inch-deep and narrow boxed-in mentoring relationships, without broad therapeutic merit, or even deep intent; these are commonly anticipated in overpopulating species, whether RNA-regenerate plants or DNA-endowed with language and memory about consuming and producing re-investments in others meeting them at their diverse seasonal stages of development. In the Secret Life of Trees we discover MotherTrees nurturing their vulnerable saplings in ways that balance natural nurturance with ecosystemic culling to optimize Her ForestTribe's ecopolitical balance and harmony of organic thrival function. Saplings born in poor rocky soil, where MotherTree must choose optimal light and water for all, not just through Her sapling's young adult maturation, but also their capacity to raise their own healthywealth grandbaby saplings, The poorly sited sapling is ecologically abandoned too soon, re-joining Earth's reforesting skin of Sacred Ecology, holonic RNA and DNA decompositions, preparing Time's regenerative composting entropic mid-way. Abortion, in response to ecopolitical feelings of overpopulation and under-whelming future resource prospects, bears this resemblance to culling out weak futures, typical of rabid chronically stressed populations, especially young adults, younger MotherTrees, not yet ready to provide sufficient shade and light, water and vitality, regenerative future potential for Seven ReGenerations. But, abortion here in secret lives of Trees is not a hidden or shameful loss and lack of respect for sacred polyculturing reforesting ecosystemic life vocations, but more of a neighborhood forest decision, a loss to MotherTree and to struggling Sapling to be reborn as compost refueling Sacred Earth's cooperative ecopolitical root systems, RNA landscapes for future DNA-sensed, and spoken, healthier climate times, not quite so post-millennially overpopulated with chronic adolescent and young adult messages, You are neither economically needed nor politically wanted nor ecologically even probable. Somehow lost in WinLose cognitive-affective dualdark dissonance about aborting culling futures of neglect, and even violent abuse, and the ultimate eclipse of ego/eco, Left with Right, Yang with Yin, re-alignment of (0)-Soul. Human nature has uncovered many abortive culling tools. Some of these engage scalpels and chemicals, but much more popular and accessible are guns and knives and nationalistic guaranteed and warrantied wars, paranoid official and unofficial militias of Rifle Associations and race and culture and nature and spirit Elitisms, profoundly active distrusts of Sacred WinWin Ecological Wisdom. I have no active faith and trust, that if we each responded to our on-line friends and followers and allies the way we don't respond to our RealTime families and neighbors and people we don't really know for whatever distancing reasons, we would have a better, more cooperative, on-line time of regenerative laughter and mutual trusting regard. I would expect instead, in face of isolating shaming and blaming experience, our VirtualTime environments would decompose any remaining vulnerabilities into monoculturing rabid chronic paranoia of stressed-out-sourced indigestion into further domestic RealTime chaos, Business As ClimatePathology Usual. Abortions by matriarchal benign neglect may be as old as MotherTrees, but culling marginal populations through elitist patriarchal abuse appears to be a more recent shame and blame DNA-inspired monoculturing decomposition within uber-elitist inhumane populations, root systems no longer playing WinWin reforestation. We could speak and listen together. We could also sing and dance and walk and reweave root systemically together without racing and enslaving and over-competing against each other person and plant and forest, to reforest Earth's WinWin PolyPhonic Paradise.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.