de-composting...

tears trickle off stripped slick slopes
the mountain cries a little more each day
as silts fill and impede
nourishment continues to recede
and a homeward salmon cannot find its way

poisons doused upon fertile land
makes us strong, not healthy, not wise
and thus we grow
and reap what we sow
benefits perpetuated via someone elses lies

how long can we bleed our mother
how much more milk can she give
we all like a smoke
we all like a toke
it's the exhaust that's the joke
industrial seepage she'll never forgive

so as some sit fat and happy
on heaps horded high and dry
and some wallow in the resulting waste
religion fed, required not to ask why
we some dance the insurgent
more to our palatable taste
surpassing safeguards that quell the urgent
understanding the need for such haste

the intent is not to offend
but sometimes yes, it gets the crowd's attention
of those who forget
that some things are worthy of certain mention
without the risk of punishable time and detention
and so poets get jailed
while repressive zealots get hailed
in the name of protecting someone elses pension

if loud makes us proud
how much longer can we be quite
with so many paid to tell us how to behave
maybe it's time we all change that diet
and so lies this carcass our spoon-fed culture
picked mostly clean by the roosted resident vulture
and if ashes to ashes and dust to dust
we return from which we came
can we at least sprout a new seed
can we somehow see the need
and if not this time who is to blame