Insectageddon
the abundance has plunged,
pollinators and prey,
as we bask in our meta-cognitive domain
in-between extremes.
mesmerising
moth snowstorms– butterfly kaleidoscopes–
colorful swarm, rabble on radar.
the abundance has plunged,
burgundy blood
in second bloom,
darkness you can feel...
clashing khamsin, silence the winds.
without lungs of steel
ladybugs, beetles, even crickets diminish.
dare the hand swat the evil eye,
common housefly, pesky gnat, dim of mosca hum.
chasing fireflies illumination
through a glass, darkly;
horrific decline!
large swath of wildlife deserts,
acres of farmland,
turned into a no fly zone
thinned by pesticides.
nations that destroy their soil, destroy themselves!
consuming resources in a global onslaught,
humans have wrought
insectageddon!
what silent enemy
does not hear the chomping noise
of just one, yes one, caterpillar; no army to protect!?
dragonfly teeth flutter with power and poise
in every direction and hover
yet become stiller and stiller,
fewer absorbing oxygen through tubes, spiracle.
blood-stint in the distant sky…
what curse, what miracle?
top-down summer drive,
no bugs on headlights or in the grill
or stuck under the wipers of the windshield,
bees waggle their poisoned notice
dripping hexagon’s yield
sweet enemy licking fear...
calls and the birds disappear,
common house martins, san juan capistrano
swallows. starlings and warblers
forget murmurations at dusk caught on the red wind.
whistle bobwhite, whistle whippoorwill
all the singular birds of prey
riding this great storm of visuals
harking back to another silent spring,
blowing hot in the mouth
of the global memory space of the individual;
where have the flocks gone!?
prime mover of mysterious way
with wonders to perform,
where is the safe ship of leadership
to deliver us tomorrow today!?
titled life in the fast lane,
evolution better be quick.
some new species, some new flower,
a tricky try in superfast speciation of a polyploid
bloom with blue halo,
what spirit, what symbol of hope
in the hidden danger of ecological collapse.
we destroy our soil, we destroy ourselves.
we humans have upset the complex balance
stuck in a our holographic structure field.
a wisp on the wings of a blue halo,
this creeping grim scepter of lifelessness
silences the spring!
sublime memory in its autumnal turn
strikes pure the sunlight
casting shadows advance sideways,
what strange blight?
humanity is self destructing
downstream of
the worthy scarab of resurrection,
what lesson?
the abundance has plunged...
insectageddon!
