The poems herein are breathtaking in their variety, ranging in form from traditional verse of every sort, to free and experimental; in scope from lament for extinct birds; to protest poems; to lyrical beauty; to deeply felt religious subjects; and most of all, to even more deeply felt family poems. Humor is not omitted. It is hard to characterize this collection as a whole, but perhaps love and passionate caring best typifies it. --Jacqueline Jackson
ASK THE BUTTERFLIES All children hear about how caterpillars spin inside cocoons, come out as butterflies. And children learn of Jesus who died, was put inside a tomb that opened for us, his life revived. The Monarch butterflies now face extinction’s fate because the corporate lies make greed inflate. Profits mean more than lives of people, plants,; those words and deeds doom fish, beehives. flowers, birds. They make poisons to sell to kill unwanted weeds and insects but don’t tell all those it feeds. They poison water, earth, destroy, drill and spill oil, plastic, waste for wealth, take health and kill. All like Monsanto liars in power who truth resist, all climate change deniers, hear scientists. Ask the butterflies as now they fly away before the last one dies and hear them say: “We are passing away, you are passing away, all are passing away, to Judgment Day.”
ASK THE BUTTERFLIES All children hear about how caterpillars spin inside cocoons, come out as butterflies. And children learn of Jesus who died, was put inside a tomb that opened for us, his life revived. The Monarch butterflies now face extinction’s fate because the corporate lies make greed inflate. Profits mean more than lives of people, plants,; those words and deeds doom fish, beehives. flowers, birds. They make poisons to sell to kill unwanted weeds and insects but don’t tell all those it feeds. They poison water, earth, destroy, drill and spill oil, plastic, waste for wealth, take health and kill. All like Monsanto liars in power who truth resist, all climate change deniers, hear scientists. Ask the butterflies as now they fly away before the last one dies and hear them say: “We are passing away, you are passing away, all are passing away, to Judgment Day.”
The poems herein are breathtaking in their variety, ranging in form from traditional verse of every sort, to free and experimental; in scope from lament for extinct birds; to protest poems; to lyrical beauty; to deeply felt religious subjects; and most of all, to even more deeply felt family poems. Humor is not omitted. It is hard to characterize this collection as a whole, but perhaps love and passionate caring best typifies it. --Jacqueline Jackson
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