Ravening Poems - Poems about Ravening

The land suffers too much greening; luxuriance froths to fever and glut, birds cannot consume all the insects, nor serpents eat the thronging flocks. The soil hogs on the swill of decay, drey and burrow are ovens for a prowling pestilence. There is no softness. The sun bites the bloated and rancid, a balance is tipped off kilter, the climate repaints its face more garish each...

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All around me the land suffers too much greening. The luxuriant froths over into a feverish lush. Birds cannot consume all the insects. Snakes cannot eat all the birds. The ground hogs on the swill of decay. If this is natures wealth then a little poverty is needed, a tax on the riotous and too abundant. Death the reaper must rule his...

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There is greed that guts a forest And the ocean's briny span And will lay a sprawling pipeline Where the cariboo once ran. It will force big debt on students And beguile them with the ruse That the jobs come quick to graduates In whatever field thy choose. Workers straining to accomplish Every pile-on added chore In the name of competition Yet they earn not one...

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You want it all. The lakes and tar sands Fresh water and fish Arctic diamonds Pipelines that confine The caribou And make the hunt ridiculous. Forests for the churning Of lusty, gossip press And row houses Like card houses In six figure excess. You set the price You peg the share return You fudge prospectus Upon contingent prospectus. You eyeball Brazil’s rubber Argentina’s beef And the yen’s stability. Look for bottom line In a bombshell. You...

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At the end of evening twilight, into a cool breeze of briny scent, down the bent weathered wooden steps Away from the dew kissed grass, next to a universe of sand, driftwood, seashells, and...

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