In the earthweal challenge, Ingrid asks us to take stock of the global crisis, how it affects us and what we can do about it. The big changes, I believe, are totally out of our hands. Money and the making of money will decide the future of the planet, not poets or people who care. But there are lots of things that all people who care should be doing, and if they do, they will make a difference, despite the greed and indifference of the world’s billionaires.
Stop eating meat and dairy produce,
stop using gas-guzzling cars,
stop using planes and going to far-away countries to despoil them,
don’t even think about cruises,
stay at home, let your garden (if you have one) run wild,
support actions to conserve wild places and wildlife,
and help the poorest countries develop in a caring, non-capitalist way,
do just a little of what your heart and conscience tells you is right.
I don’t want to preach, and if I already do most of these things, you could say it’s because I don’t have the choice. But it’s not going to be a choice for any of us soon.
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm,
this landscape of green fields, meadows and woodland,
the peace is uneasy.
Death stalks, spews from the barrel of guns,
glue on branches, traps, dogs,
the cruel death by extraction.
Every leaf trembles in the poisonous wind,
the tremble of hares without a hedge,
yet here is peace, picture postcard peace.
No lark disturbs the silence,
no herds of deer mar the stillness of the hills,
no cattle graze, no pigs rootle.
Indoors all, in bunkers
stacked high, their babies stolen.
But there is peace and quiet,
and the people watch their TVs in peace
and stack their barbecues and freezers high
with cruel meat,
dream of their tour, cruise,
in well-deserved peace,
in the eye of the storm.