Ghandi despaired we would
             
             eventually let guns do
             
             our talking. Thoreau
             
             foresaw pines, ponds & peace crushed
             
             under tons of concrete.
             
             Would Aesop, here and now, be
             
             perturbed by consumer culture?
             
              
             
             Ishi, the last of
             
             his race, which god carried him
             
             away? & what are 
             
             the rest of us doing with
             
             our time? We eat, 
             
             we fk, we fight, we fear, we find
             
             ourselves swinging through leafless trees.