I’m lost in the world of poetry in search
of Amazonia’s old emerald green heart. Ancient
arteries forming labyrinths of towering canopies,
gone. My eyes shocked by a sea of desolation.
The Amazon, once a concerto of life, now moans
beneath the weight of endless bulldozers,
and chainsaws hacking and plowing earth’s organs
for tie-wearing tycoons thirsting for progress.
The verdant expanse of arboreal lungs hacked
by Wall Street maestros conducting a ceaseless
profit orchestra—ignoring the clean and warm breaths,
the rustling leaves, the murmurs of unseen creatures,
the natural symphony of life that thrived in the medley
of hues. They desire mêlées. The splintering of ancient
worlds, the booming sounds of fracases when grounds
shake like the crashing derbies that excite the masses.
Nature cannot remain untamed, unbridled, unmolested.
Molestation is in their DNA sequence. They are bothered
by the pulse of the rainforest reverberating through earth’s
veins. They are vain, they want gold, they thirst for progress.
The verdant expanse of arboreal lungs is a bother.
They want black lungs—excited by hacking coughs
as they wield merciless axes against a natural sanctuary.
To Wall Street maestros, nature is a bore, unsymphonic.
Biodiversity is too complex. They are against DEI*.
The forest’s sprawling canvas must be terminated.
They want grazing cows, they want hamburgers, they want
a cacophony of buzz saws, a metallic symphony of annihilation.
I’m lost in the world of poetry in search of Amazonia’s
old emerald green heart. The verdant expanse of arboreal
lungs are a bother. Biodiversity is too complex. The moneyed
maestros are titillated to the bones by harsh metallic symphonies.
*Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion