Consume Poem by jerome moore

What have we come to?
We've gone from hunter gatherers
to consumer hoarders.
Makers and traders to destroyers and spenders
What is it to Consume?
Sounds like a violent tropical storm.

and greed belongs with the weeds
We went from technical knot weavers
to expert shoelace tiers.

Explorers to couch potatoes
travelers to chickens hit
fecund to dry
bowmen to bondsmen

We use to fashion tools
now we fashion ourselves
our abodes
our egos...

Why cant we serve the earth from nine to five?
Why must we continue to be straw men
hollow men
sheepish men
on this treadmill of arrogant consumerism
and artless art
restless rest
and dreamless dreams...
creating craters
filling the earth like fodder...