Finding My Roots, by Jeremy Bishop
We’re Sick Now and Earth’s Healing Real Fast
Tim Fab-Eme
I’m out in the woods stretching my legs,
the way Moneyman anoints his head with alcohol
on paydays and Aunt Queen Bee entreats me
to call God down, to save her man
from side-chicks and marijuana. I don’t bother none
about oilmen and their lust for rotten things.
COVID-19 has shut us in, like a despot,
and all our love for oil and gas
and negative science has become naught as noise.
We’re resting from NBC and VOA breaking news
about trade wars, petty politics and greedy folks.
We’re sick now and Earth’s healing real fast;
a grand summit is on in the Sahara–
everyone’s there except Human. Coyote sits still
on a dinner table with Wolf talking about
the unusual peace they’ve got. Zebra and Lion
mock Human for gathering things she doesn’t need
to live, like nuclear arms and diamond rings.
Of all creatures, Tortoise says, Human’s the most
pitiable. Reckon God’s regret about the damn thing?
We’re sick now and Earth’s healing real fast.
Tim Fab-Eme
I’m out in the woods stretching my legs,
the way Moneyman anoints his head with alcohol
on paydays and Aunt Queen Bee entreats me
to call God down, to save her man
from side-chicks and marijuana. I don’t bother none
about oilmen and their lust for rotten things.
COVID-19 has shut us in, like a despot,
and all our love for oil and gas
and negative science has become naught as noise.
We’re resting from NBC and VOA breaking news
about trade wars, petty politics and greedy folks.
We’re sick now and Earth’s healing real fast;
a grand summit is on in the Sahara–
everyone’s there except Human. Coyote sits still
on a dinner table with Wolf talking about
the unusual peace they’ve got. Zebra and Lion
mock Human for gathering things she doesn’t need
to live, like nuclear arms and diamond rings.
Of all creatures, Tortoise says, Human’s the most
pitiable. Reckon God’s regret about the damn thing?
We’re sick now and Earth’s healing real fast.