Who killed the Spirit of our Earth?A Poem by Jeremy Baker
The Spirit of our Earth is weeping, sleeping,
comatose, non mentos compos.
A sinuous, sensuous, tenuous grasp
is all that remains;
fabricated mankind, vapourific spirituality,
flabbergasted at the amusing notion that
some things exist that can be neither bought nor sold.
Delicate strength opposes
Corruption, a staple of capitalist consumption,
like dying varec in various oceans;
its stink is long lingering.
We are as voyeurs, watching the peepshow
of our world meeting its demise.
© 2012 Jeremy Baker
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on March 15, 2012
Last Updated on May 15, 2012
Busselton, South West, Australia
AboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..
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