The East is Red
“My gown stays white
from morn till night
upon the road of Anthracite...”
Why do the soldiers have a holiday
but not the miners? Curious! For brave
boys and brave men braved darkness and collapse.
“The clock struck twelve,
the mouse ran down....”
Cheaply extractable petroleum
ran down.We ran down Sunset Boulevard
together from Tomorrowland's RustBelt-
ifying lying,or at best half truth-
ful euphemistic language, taking breaks
from all that dirty hectic resource use
& economic growth, a sort of UBI
or Universal Basic Income but
with added fear, hysteria, and lies,
these rapids of recalibration. “Ring
around the rosie,
pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down.”
We tried to hold onto increasingly
greased ladders but we all fell down and down.
It came back into fashion to be tough.
“Be not a cancer on the Earth.
Leave room for nature.”
Colony collapse disorder. Massive
drop in bird & insect population.
Yes, “Leave room for nature”; and for freedom.
Yes, “Be not a cancer on the Earth”. Leave
room for liberty. Leave room for liberty.
