Beyond Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring
David S. Pointer
Each Spring the paper
shredders
were more, and the chainsaws
less,
and still with all that
vegetation
extinction turned into condom
boxes
or computer paper, reams,
nobody had
seen any of those hairy ape
monsters
oh, sure, they made
rocumentaries
about those beasts, but it
seemed
like the serial killers here
and CIA
abroad orchestrating so much
of the
ongoing historical killings,
and yet
we never ran out of
candytuft, Iron-
weed or roses for that co-ed
wrapped
up, discarded in the agony of
sheets
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