The Earth is neither our enabler nor our bitch with which we can do as we please with impunity.
It may appear to us that she doesn't mind or is unable to resist our abusive advances. But her conception of time is infinite and the brief minute of our extistence is just that, an infinitesimal blip on her millennial radar screen.
And should we cross the line we are unaware that she has drawn
... gone ...
like dinosaurs stumbling over the tripwire of evolution's Claymore mine.
And our Mother will merely turn the page and write an alternate story line.
- Vi Ransel
Vi's works appear widely both in print and online. She conducts Poetry Workshops and gives readings in Central New York. Her latest chapbook is "Sine Qua Non Antiques (an Arcanum of History, Geography and Treachery).