A topic of key concern for the driest continent on earth.
Drought has been the dominant historical cause of hunger, starvation, and consequent death.
Paddy Morrow, Body Count
in our new 2-4 degree*
warmer nearly-now world
droughts will range further
be more intense
be more frequent
start sooner end later
food supplies will be challenged
crops will fail
water will become a reason
we wage war
the breeding seasons of
pesky infectious diseases
seeking to use us
because both bugs
Was intending to write a poem based on exercise from yesterday’s Na/GloPoWriMo site. However, I spent so long collecting words (part of the task) that I had no time left to actually write the thing. So I’ll try & get to that tomorrow using the words gathered today.
So this then is a quick stopgap, started only an hour ago, based on one of the dozen or so ideas I’ve got stockpiled to work on this month. As such, it’s a bit rushed, but it’s okay. As I always say, Na/GloPoWriMo is not about crafting perfect poems but trying new things, having poems to work on post April; & occasionally if you’re lucky catching a lightning bolt or two in a bottle along the way.
the challenge with the whole lockdown
don’t leave the house, isolate yourself
curve-squashing philosophy is if it works
all the instant expert naysayers will neigh
see it wasn’t as bad as your henny penny
sky’s falling economy-killing hysteria predicted
— which although technically frustrating
is surely not as grave as the alternative,
despite this, some debate whether the cost
of flattening is really the lesser of the evils
— which in a way overlooks an essential issue
the fact that we as a species are living
way above our credit level & treating earth
as a giant hypermarket where we can grab
anything we want without needing to pay
— well, debts are starting to be called in.
Slowly working up steam. About Defcon 3 I’d say. Alert but not alarmed.
This doesn’t quite say what I was intending to say (or at least, not in the way I was trying to say it) when I started the poem, but it will have to do as midnight is approaching.
not so little chickens
while the wet markets of Wuhan & elsewhere might be
(rightly) copping criticism as hotbeds for terrifying new
viral species-hoppers even scarier prospects face every
one of us at much closer distances to hearth & home
for our modern factory chicken facilities are now far closer
to laboratories than farms where the paltry poultry are more
like drug-addled addicts than the cutesy feathered friends
we envisage scratching round in green country gardens for grubs
today owing to genetic streamlining, stress, & overcrowding
vaccines, sulfa drugs & antibiotics are routinely added
to feed to combat the toxic bloodbath of immunodeficiencies
cancerous tumours, pus, faecal matter, & bacterial contamination
it is from one of these noble agribusinesses many virologists believe
the next great pathogen will emerge to indiscriminately kill
both fowl & man
Just a quick heads up to let folks know that one of my poems was published in yesterday’s Eureka Street. Link here.
I’d like to say it’s a cleverly timed poem which combines two very hot topics in the news ATM — terrorism (internal) & climate change — so therefore well done, Mr Finger On The Pulse Of Contemporary Issues Poet Of The People …
… but the fact it’s appeared when it has, is probably just a coinkydink.
Hope you enjoy it…
(No doubt I’ll enjoy the cheque when it arrives. It may even been in double figures 🙂 )
Image taken from here