Tim McNulty – Poem To Rid The Woods Of Jeremiah’s Monsters
And even though I haven’t seen them,
I know they’re there too.
So I make this poem
to rid the woods of monsters.
All you monster eyes
that see only to ravage the poor and voiceless
of the world,
Hands that snatch the very ground
from beneath unborn feet,
Teeth that tear at the last thin shreds
of what is green and holy around us,
Hunger that knows no rest,
that come flickering out of your bombshelter souls
to strike at the life we try and make
in spite of you:
May you become the bad dreams
you push on us and our children
and never wake!
Meantime: KEEP OUT OF THESE WOODS.
You’re scaring my friends.
February 2 1988 Earth First!
Date: September 21, 2011
Categories: Tim McNulty