Day 26 — deflecting the wind + the real threat to birds 

Ironically (cynically?) the more savvy climate deniers are changing their modus operandi moving from outright denial to more subtle tactics including — downplaying — deflecting — dividing — delaying — & despair-mongering. I’m working on a poem which attempts to address this, but it’s a challenging (& vast) topic so the poem may yet fragment into more manageable pieces.

That said, today’s poem explores an aspect of one popular type of deflection.

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birds of a feather deflect together 

Prominent deniers & numerous tear-jerking memes
express concern for the catastrophic killing fields
beneath the insidious weapons that are wind turbines.

Almost a billion birds are killed annually by these 
concrete & glass monsters/ I’m sorry I read that wrong
those numbers refer to buildings. Let me check the data: 

Ahhh here it is 175 million// Dammit that’s power lines
72 million// nope those are poisoned by misapplied pesticides
6.6 million perish by// hitting communications towers

Hang on, I’m surrounded by too many bits of paper.
The correct one is here somewhere — ahhh, almost 1 million birds 
die in// ah no, bugger, oil & gas industry fluid waste pits.

I’m sure I read it somewhere, just hang on please. Here it is.
Land-based wind turbines kill between 214,000 & 573,000 birds annually.
Not insignificant, but a small fraction compared with the estimated 

 1.4 billion to 3.7 billion bird deaths caused by pet cats
— & I don’t hear shrill claims to close the feline industry

*These numbers are taken from US statistics

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Day 26 — TI Reiterate the obvious

the true bird-killer

of course : the inconvenient reality is : climate change : global warming : is the absolute biggest threat : for hundreds of migratory bird species : devastating birds : from every habitat : many of which : are already stressed : by habitat loss : invasive species : & other environmental threats — this is already happening : & will only : continue : to exacerbate : as temps : rise

April 17 – Day Seventeen: dreams of you

Well yesterday’s experiment didn’t quite get the response I was hoping for.  Hahaha, oh well.  (There’s still time to go back & play if you want to.  Read Day 16 & comment at the end for a chance to win a special prize – it has to be on my blog, fb & twitter comments don’t count.)

Maybe that’s why writing today was tough. I was a bit down. Tried a few things. Messaged a friend in the states just as he’d woken from a bad dream (it was 3am in Maryland).  We talk a bit about bad dreams. I never have them (though I have woken myself up from laughing in my dreams & in my body at the same – glorious sensation – although I think it’s how the dali lama must feel). Tried to write about that, meh! Tried to write about my friend’s scary dream of being left alone, meh.

Then this came out. Of nowhere. Not sure I understand it. Pretty sure I like it.

Shades

Half-woken scraps of you swirl round
the half sunrisen gloom of my room
through tannin-thick wetpaper-thin skull

Like souls of men recently killed
on a battlefield, afraid to leave

We have not spoken in two weeks
keep eyes closed as long as I can
these torments all I have of you

A herd of cats claw my legs
tripping me, demanding to be fed

For while I only half-remember
the dreams, I’m reluctant
to relinquish what little I have

So I leave the black shroud cloth
covering my eyes & drift

It is a prism refracting weak light
each intersection of weft & weave
it’s own rainbow link to another world

Opaque, shiny as an insect’s eye
Then. I. Don’t. Care.

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