The Envy of Creation
Man cannot make food,
but being bigger and stronger
can take it
from plants, sole producers
of the bountiful world's banquet
on which man is completely
and utterly dependent,
creating childish denial
and petulant resentment
in those who tout
rugged individuality,
total self-sufficiency
and complete commitment
to Social Darwinism,
the result
of a man-centered
universe.
Placing himself
at the pinnacle
of Life's hierarchy,
man is responsible only
to the patriarchal entity
he created in his image
to prove to himself
that he is
the Crown of Creation.
By proclaiming
acquisition of material goods
his god's reward to the deserving,
he industrializes religion
and so seeks salvation
in an assembly line of consumption.
And claiming universal dominion,
pretends he is not part of Nature,
but over and above Her,
no longer grateful
for Her freely given gifts,
since he is by far too proud
to be able to accept them.
And being big and strong,
insists that his god made them.
And being man, begins to take them,
raping and laying waste
his Mother's biodiversity,
perversely
engineering a monoculture
of sterile "suicide seeds"
in an attempt
to patent the process of life
for profit
and prove his omnipotence,
leaving the world's food suppoly
at the mercy
of one fell swoop
of disease.
Hubris
has supplanted
man's love for Earth,
producing the impotent bravado
which allows him to foul his own nest
with the excrement
of his selfish wishes.
By immolating corpses
of living things long dead
to fuel his insatiable greed,
man ratchets up
the temperature of the atmosphere,
raises the oceans' levels
and changes their currents,
deranging the Planet's blood flow,
and thus the very climate
which suffers him
to live.
But soon man will render himself
non-toxic,
safely, and very extremely
dead.
Her Majesty Mother Earth
may sigh and shrug,
but she will surely
begin to gestate
yet again.
(Note to man: Creation
is not masturbation.)
