As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.
Poem #6 is the first in a sequence of environmental works I created when I was doing what was a sizeable submission for the Gingko Prize but did not submit, because I’m pretty certain hitting people round the head with a poem until they bleed will not win me anything. Oh, well.
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Mother Nature doesn't Give One See a village, exclusively gated, rich condominiums, attractive, decorated both inside and out, located beneath a desirable, shoreline position; Mother Nature does not give one. Why should Mother Nature give one for the blight a selfish afterthought apes that came then ruined everything against their names. Then, a community, built through centuries of graft and hardship, countless generations enjoying sunshine in the shadow of volcanic slopes; Mother Nature does not give one. Mother Nature will never give one no need to appease problems wiped away by time, removed then begin again, to suit her needs. Observe, the countless empty promises: reduce emissions, scale back farming, ban pesticides, ease consumption, remove plastics choking the oceans; Mother Nature does not give a fuck it's brutal, but it's true because more importantly neither yet do you.