We Need an Answer
I wish I was a turtle and could eat
whole
a helium balloon,
I would fly high
in the sky
like a miniature
Japanese monster!
How childish I was once, before realities
of the world pressed themselves
into my brain...
DEFLATED BALLOONS
look like JELLY FISH
in ocean waters to the eyes
of sea turtles –
A FAVORITE FOOD to munch,
nutritious, too,
when living protoplasm,
but DEATH
when downed balloons.
Why must a delightful toy
that brightens children's eyes
be the demise of ancient species
that can live a hundred years?
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Going, Going
I lament bidding Gaia's horde of species
bye
with hundreds dying gone each
day,
Life has less surprise to
show.
Mass extinctions are not
new
Earth's environment has weathered
much,
how hard survival for those who
stay
around a little
longer.
Or will the empty niches fast be
filled,
opportunities by opportunists
grabbed
perhaps concocted in a genetic
lab.
My personal extinction being
nigh
my simpler living may not
stop
the emptying of Gaia's
nest,
still I will
try.
Carl Scott Harker ©2024
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Here is one of my many books of poetry available on Amazon that can be found here: Poems of Personal Poverty.