REDUCE, REUSE, REPRODUCE

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I.

Nature could be nicknamed Arthur
with those adjective fingernails
happy to evolve in imperviable
pockets of default's destiny

Nature is no friend of poetry
or warfare

Even every handshake
and finger passion clasp
is a Cold War
if all aging flesh is like a bomb
with its cyclonic cages
of chemicals and moving parts

Even electricity

II.

Environments are the disentanglement
of outside

Waters chaperone their
children of chance
over infinite motion
and conscientious wharfs
on human borders

Grounds hold generous deadlines
for the final hand-down
on little blasphemers
slapping their mumbled assault
on the proper evolution

In the cords of evolution's stretches
are the stubborn compromises
of the grounds and waters
and the ideal afterlife abode
for the ones who will not disappoint
and grow to rebel

III.

Openness is scenery to us
not a hole for the mining

Not in the least
are we worried of you
questioning the motive
or even the logic
of our mass rapings of your children
for we know you are far too hard
at work in your non-profit sweat shops
embroidering clown suits and blindfolds
with an aim to win
ours over like your own

A shame our generation inherits
this runoff of tainted flesh
on our working vacation from
environmental evolution
gumming up our senses
and numbing our mutual reminders
of how much fun it is
to reproduce