excerpt from

Mother Earth: Her Whales 

The robots argue how to parcel out our Mother Earth
To last a little longer
                like vultures flapping
Belching, gurgling,
                near a dying Doe.

“In yonder field a slain knight lies—
We’ll fly to him and eat his eyes
                with a down
       derry derry derry down down.”

          An Owl winks in the shadow
          A lizard lifts on tiptoe
                   breathing hard
          The whales turn and glisten
                   plunge and
          Sound, and rise again
          Flowing like breathing planets

          In the sparkling whorls

          Of living light.

                                    40072, Stockholm: Summer Solstice

                                 -- Gary Snyder, Turtle Island 

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