Thursday, December 10, 2015

Meatree Dish: Failed Experiment



Together, misdirected. 
There is a wound. so deep and infected. Can we correct it?
Less than a thousand yrs ago we lived off the land with respect and
Were taught how plants like camomile protect us from indigestion.
So I’m going to ask you some questions:
When was the last time you strolled through the woods, 
and touch tree bark and the smelled the moist of the mud?
Did you know we spend over 7 hours looking at a screen?
That’s in a day, and it’s increasing, that can’t be good.
When for one third we’re already supposed to be sleepin.
Meanwhile, she’s weeping. 
Earth, who raised us knowing right and wrong,
now sick but her children shipped her to a nursing home
too caught up in the system,
we forgot to visit, and listen, 
then forgot to support the clinic.
Planned obsolescence got us marching behind carrots,
disconnected from our essence, respect for the sweat of parents' parents.
When the sage sits still, breathes and waits, 
watching branches sway in breeze as She rotates
And while I speak my truth, 
Earth is slipping away, 
Football fields of forest uprooted each day.
lands once cherished, now its parrots flee their cindered homes in disarray.
They say, If a tree falls down and no one hears it, did it fall?
But if our greed trawls all the fish out the sea, can they respawn?
So I imagine Earth as a human being, 
beaten and mistreated. not quite defeated
but sees her cancer isn’t retreating. 
It's us. Can’t you see it?
Metastatic scars of suburban sprawls, 
endless traffic. cars, cities with pall
An influx of industry, grown in excess. 
and abscesses diffuse 
down rivers into lakes til all beautiful bounties are abused
So Let me restate:
Football fields of forest toppled each day. 
Brazil seeks higher peaks. The US needs its meat, 
so exchange the Amazon’s natural feats
to complete a cycle that's bound to keep Her weak.
Football fields of forest plundered each day
feeding cows and pigs to gorge our son and daughters, 
so they can reach the protein quotas westered doctors ordered.
My next question:
What’s vested in our selection for slaughter? 
merciless we are, says the rest of biota.
Football fields of forest mangled each day. 
While we praise touchdowns with burgers and hot dogs, the American way,
The issue isn’t sports, I’m all for it
but the culture that supports it, we gotta abort it.
Athletic bodies sculpted to media notions of perfection
Not even Darwin could foresee this neo-natural selection.
In this American dream, 
I wake to see the land of debris, and home of the slaves. 
Produce wrapped in plastic, 
package our harvest with war-causing byproducts.
Oil.
Not that salad dressing with beets and balsamic 
I’m talking black soot in beaches on par with atomic bomb havoc. 
The pelicans can’t even vomit cuz it clogs their beaks and stomach
And yes. $400 billion in plastic profits in a single year. 
Can we make one thing clear?
All plastic is chemically engineered!
Dirty money CEOs, gilded are their pockets, 
You best bet when Earth breaks to shake us, 
they’ll be the first to jump ship on rockets. 

And where will you be?
Throwing the towel? Or campaigning 
to end global warming while eating bodies? I call hypocrisy.
You and I, we gotta see interconnections of our system. 
Because downstream from our purchase flows septic murder of the victims.
And we do the worst like they’re worthless.
A windowless warehouse serves its purpose:
to distance A from E so we just see 
slabs of cow muscle cut seductively.
I’m telling you. This addiction, it’s sadistic.
Propagandad feeding like turkeys plead for their own crucifixion.
Conceived for the sheer purpose of Thanksgiving, 
while companies vie for revenue off massacring the living. 
And we’re all guilty, but we can all make a difference. 
If our hearts open up, our world’s crying, 
if we could only listen.
So when I think how we get out of this position, 
I try to answer the question:
In what ways have I been conditioned?

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