The Ecology – a poem

It’s the ecology, stupid.

Don’t you get it?

All those things we do,

Eating and drinking,

Everyday living,

Everything

That comes from us.

What we can’t help but do,

What comes out of us,

That’s the problem.

It’s the ecology, stupid.

What we make,

What we do with it,

What we don’t do with it,

How we ignore it,

How we don’t see it,

Don’t even talk about it

That’s the problem.

It’s the ecology, stupid.

All the birds,

All the bees,

All the flowers,

All the trees

All the going things.

All the dodos and the auks

All the moas and the aurochs

All the gone things,

They’re the problem.

It’s the ecology, stupid.

The way they die

When they’re near us,

The way they fear us.

Our casual killing

Of all the things

Now living,

Now going, going,

Gone.

They’re the problem.

It’s the ecology, stupid.

But they’re not the problem,

These dying things,

These things we kill,

These things we ruin,

What we burn,

What we poison,

What we use and lose,

They’re not the problem.

It’s not the ecology.

It’s you.

It’s me and you.

Stupid.