On What Was Once Love
The Al Gore of your soul is alarmed. Line
of your heart: you thought hate had disintegrated,
ecofriendly. Hulking polar bears, uninitiated,
can't get a foothold. A few fringe lovers
declare conspiracy. A miles-wide tangle
of synthetics in the sea appropriates
the mounting waters. You create
greenhouse gasses, neglect to separate
your recyclables. You haphazardly debate
the cavities, the virtues, of belief and disbelief.
Your car gets horrible mileage. In the park you retrieve
a plastic bottle from the garbage like the homeless.
Where are the landfills? What feels more formless
than an inconvenient truth? Which is the best bitter pill
they make? Of the chemicals interred in your soil,
which will nourish, which poison? We forget what is most
biodegradable is the body, eyeballs to bones.
Embalming chemicals are meant to sustain
a façade of self. Steel coffin, we try to retain
the unsalvageable. Dropped deep in dirt, it’s dark.
We pretend all will keep, even worm and hook
in that cool murky world of enough, and time.