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No One Owns The Land


I am sinking
and sunken in
like a ship side-ways
faltering
the
Alaskan landscape
is being altered
the perma-frost is succumbing
to global meltdown

I am
the moose
I am assaulted
by endless marsh
by mosquitoes
by flies
I am learning to dive
for food
and swim further to land
more often
my brothers and sisters general health
is poorer, our population has been
depleted
our environment is more
fit to be a coffin
its tiresome
it worries one
to slog continuously
along in the bogs

I'd be better suited
with a pair of double footed
waders and a double-wide
boat with an outboard motor
or a ship big enough to
float...oh my
Alaska is
melting

but I'm a wild animal
and I have to make do
with what has  been done
I have got no choice in it

Alaska might have
been left alone
but human beings had to have something
for their 7.2 million dollar
investment.

Why is it
only the Indians,
the Great Spirit
know
no one owns the land
nor the creatures on it...
we belong to ourselves.

I am Moose.
We were happy here
once.

(What have you done here?)
(And...Why have you done this to us?)




Copyright November 4 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
All Rants/Prose/Poetry/Ideas are the legal Property of this Writer
Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World


You may interpret the title in 2 ways:
no one...as in no one owns the land, in a very general sense,
and no one...as in no ONE INDIVIDUAL/CORPORATION owns the land.

Even stewardship does not imply ownership. And I don't even like
that term. Owning and stewardship often do not influence an
individual to act decently and responsibly. It has been a sad fact,
that throughout time, humans, have invariably, put their own interests
first always over all other creatures and their environment.





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