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.