melissaahowells
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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. Vote for this poem |
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