Candide and Pollyanna on a date paying no mind to news of late; suicide bombers and massive storms too far away to do them harm. They walked in the park, went out to dine and ate fine food and drank fine wine. In Oklahoma on this day entire towns were blown away. Starving children dropped like flies; Pollyanna made goo-goo eyes. Candide got brave and stole a kiss. Political prisoners are never missed. He asked if he might feel a breast; her mother taught her No! is best. She said no and he heard yes. The Middle East is such a mess. He felt her breast, he ripped her clothes; but was it rape? Well, no one knows. Candide said, What's done is done but Pollyanna bought a gun. She told the police that Candide lied. Torture, war and genocide. She sued him for her self-respect; date rape made her such a wreck. The jury heard the case for days; the crowds were split a dozen ways. The warming sands, the rising seas were causing widespread misery. This is where the moral comes but overhead the sound of drones the sky electric with such threat humanity has never met and this means simple tales must end never to return again. But was it rape or was it not? A dead planet is all we've got. |
"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
--Lew Welch