As surely as we die
the magpies will return
to eat the robin’s eggs
and baby birds.
No one will stop it.
No one else will close the gate
or water what’s left of the garden, too.
Non-presence as final as
dark days covering Earth.
Winds that rip thru houses
floods that flow unstopped
sirens neverending–
all the meltdowns and revenges
of Nature–that give the lie
to 5″ worlds of wire-less illusion.
An unconvenient truth, indeed.
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Like the ancient Greeks, Arthur Miller often said, “The chickens will come home to roost.”