Ecology Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Ecology



Pollution and spillage,
plunder, rape, pillage,
Earth’s face is turned.
Earth’s beauty burned
Earth’s shame discerned
in climatic warning.

In city and village,
factory, tillage,
Man’s pride is spurned,
Man’s ashes urned,
Man dust returned
with climactic mo[u]rning.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(13 December 1975)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 19 July 2013

The world has turned in warmer years and sage science landed on closed ears, the banks will soon be baked and dead, down by the river. It's tail firmly in its jaws pop did eat itself and ended there the myth of a somewhere else.

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