melissaahowells
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The raccoons have moved into the old cemetery. They're sucking the marrow out of Grandma's old bones. Across the street, rising, the new ugly condo. Casting its shiny long shadow. Everywhere everywhere nature is crowded out. And we are crowded in. Oh what a sin. We are crowded in. Dour skies are carpeted with a cacophony of crows. They're outnumbering red robins five to one. Omens of sprawl, they're dining off decay. Eating fatty McDonald's off the road. Everywhere everywhere nature is crowded out. And we are crowded in. Oh what a sin. We are crowded in. A confused young coyote caught the westbound Max train. He rode two stops closer into town. The curious camera crew cleared him out. Poor shy fellow was lost without a doubt. Everywhere everywhere nature is crowded out. And we are crowded in. Oh what a sin. We are crowded in. A dazed squirrel attempted to cross Powell Boulevard. For a moment he dodged oncoming traffic from both sides, Til a speeding blue Honda mowed him down. No, he didn't have a chance. Everywhere everywhere nature is crowded out. And we are crowded in. Oh what a sin. We are crowded in. Struggling brown pelican wallowing in the choking goo. wetlands smothered in black oil spill spew Will the world ever get a clue? Everywhere everywhere nature is crowded out. And we will be crowded in. Oh what a sin. How we will be crowded in. *********** LEGAL Copyright 2010 for this work/peom and also for this writer/author Melissa A. Howells who retains all copyrights and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Written near the time of Deep Water Horizon and the beginning of the end of Portland and its massive city-wide gentrification and dislocation. theses are the words of... Melissa A. Howells/Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World There has been a "growing" trend, all puns intended, of gentrifying my neighborhood. Home owners, long-time businesses are being squeezed out by greedy developers. Ugly tin-like constructions are springing up everywhere. This is a popular area. They want to maximize profits and make the neighborhood less live-able, breathable. As if we were tinned sardines and not people. This, too, is happening to the animals who are loosing old habitat...as everywhere we are crowded out. Vote for this poem |
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