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.