We are
breaking the little bones of earth
(bones of coral, bones of red wolf,
bones of bat and bee,
bonobos, their little fingers). . .
Now that all the bigger bones have been broken
to extract the marrow,
we are breaking all the little bones . . .
to make ourselves powerful
to defeat our enemies in battle,
to feel superior to our enemies
because we are so vulnerable,
vulnerable to fear and pain
and hunger and feeling alone,
alone with each other
whom we do not trust
to feed us when we are hungry,
to care for us when we are wounded,
when we are old and helpless.
We are
very busy
breaking the little bones of mother earth,
now that all the bigger bones
have been broken.
New poem by Gary Lindorff in ThisCantBeHappening.net: ‘Sucking the bones of the bee’
—Gary Lindorff