The economist,
Chatting with canine Cerberus,
Paddles his troubled boat
Through the Inferno
Of God’s forgotten friend.
For the reason
We will ask sage Koko,
The signing gorilla,
Who signs for all of nature
From an ebony throne
Under a daylight moon.
Coleridge lies in her lap,
Open to “With my crossbow
I shot the ALBATROSS.”
She closes the book and,
Hearing lunar movements,
She signs:
“You are not above nature,
But a part of it.
Ecology precedes economy
Both logically
And chronologically.
And I say to you,
Hold to your chest
The body’s commerce
With green grass
And gold flowers,
For all things are love
And love is all things.”
Then Koko hums
To belugas in Arctic waters
And the humpbacks in Hawaii,
As part of a telepathy
Humans still don’t understand
Because we dangle the albatross
From our necks.
I particularly like how the poem ends with that last stanza.
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