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The Ode To Greed (Deerhunter)
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The Ode To Greed (Deerhunter) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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After a rain, after a branch soaked journey, I sit near a clear cut watching silt filled water lazily run off the open yard. I stare at the torn forest floor, my thinking fractured by the damage and I imagine a small deer watching from the trees in the distance, a lonely spikhorn safely from me. The ground is overchurned brown mixed with green, trampled remains: beyond all repair. Wind scrapes the earth with a shrill voice, tempest over the desolate barren waste, and I pull out my clip held bullets. Inside, my heart stopped the hunt. I think trying to get it straight; that once there was shelter here to house and feed kindred souls, gypsy hearts, while heaven's cool rains would fully quench all yearning thirsts and tenants felt the moisture washing their blood. It's because of this that I sit here in this torture with my thoughts clinging to life - and feel disconsolate. The commercialized death of this once existing growth polinates a dark and looming doom that breeds from this pervading to destruction. In my head, I see a vision of complacency while bold capitalism with wheels and knives drives onward through forests with persistence, processing mechanical politics. But I sit here left alive, no escape from the eyesore. I try to imagine the animal tenants fear of the roar and fumes their kindred so dispersed, running away from ravished homelands as their space shrinks, and their home, is lost. But the truth remains unchanged. The truth hides only as long as it takes to hurt and the tenants run only as long as the forest still stands until their churning stomachs with craving hunger drive them out into a final solution behind fences so ghastly unreal. Nowhere left to run; species forced from their shelter - and with this vision across this bare moonscape and with this wind-swept air lashing emptiness before me, the truth hurts. IF YOU HAVE TO JUDGE SOMEONE DO IT ON THE SIDE OF MERCY AND LET TIME SEASON THE RESULTS. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Eric This poem hits hard, I am/was these animals..with "Nowhere left to run; species forced from their shelter - and with this vision across this bare moonscape and with this wind-swept air lashing emptiness before me, the truth hurts. I was forced from my home in the Delaware Valley, where the growing season is twice as long as it is here in the mountains....I am an agrarian, a hunter and gatherer.."growth destroyed the environment where those occupations prosper. I was trapped by that cancerous growth, unchecked, the soil and animals buried beneath blacktop, concrete and greed...I was a caged bird that had lost its song. I feel the pain of this, an excellent read for me, even through its harsh reality....thank you -----------ice ><> |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Ice Glad you could relate. It's harsh reality it's true but it has a place in the realms of poetic truth I guess. Eric |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"In my head, I see a vision of complacency while bold capitalism with wheels and knives drives onward through forests with persistence, processing mechanical politics." sitting here silently breathing this in and feeling the soaking of the animals |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
As I read our local paper to see more and more wildlife getting killed because the mountain has become so cleared it makes me sick! Those poor beasts come down to feed on human garbage because a megahouse took over their land. I truly cried reading this stark truth of yours in this poem. Only one other has hit on this subject as hard and as accurately as you, and that was Kit McCallum. Here is one but not THE one I am trying to find but I will, and then send it to you Eric. /pip/Forum50/HTML/000566.html I contacted Kit to find it Eric, here you go: /pip/Forum91/HTML/001361.html |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Inside, my heart stopped the hunt." ~sigh~ and thank God for your heartbeat |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
i know all about a caged bird been there and have been trying to get free for i dont know how long and get things right because they dont know how much it hurts and destroys life and how unfair and unjustice how wrongfull ungodly they make life for another shame to them who disgrace ones who they hurt and wronged My spirit will rise |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks all for your very insightful comments. I am so touched by your honesty and open response. Also by your deep rooted well thought out parallels to this material. The enviromental injustice on this planet undermines the acceptance of the "free enterprise system" yet only feeble attempts are made to correct a critical situation. It's all about the BUCK! Eric |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
powerful!  good to see ya here...In your light I learn how to love |
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