For Geed All Nature Is Too Little Poem by Dónall Dempsey

For Geed All Nature Is Too Little



first the city
ate an adjacent town then

put out a suburb
like a great paw

belched
a factory

devoured a well known
beauty spot

that was soon
forgotten as such

ate a field and
ate another field

the city's hunger
fed by greed

sent out pylons
striding across countryside

like giant
alien beings

vomiting asphalt
so that green was if

it had
never been

its scenic magnificence
now only available

in an out of print
1930's guide book

even its memory
dying now with old Joe Hart

who managed to make it
past the hundred mark

the town he was born in
no longer to be seen

except in sepia
or Kodachrome

a picture postcard
(3 for 2)

in the bright new
museum.

***

The title is supplied by one Seneca the Younger (c.4 BC - AD 65) that well known and renowned Roman Stoic philosopher, statesman, dramatist.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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