Hong Kong Song, Late 1960's. Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Don't give me Nature.
Where is it, where?
The hills and clouds are props;
What remains but the people?
They are gnawing at the vitals of the earth,
Erecting tenements on stilts to live in boxes,
Where-from sprout combs of aerials
and washed clothes flutter.
The hills are razed to level the sea for land
To build more tenements, for
gnawers of the vitals of the earth.

Nature is a false category;
At best it is a secondary
Derivation from Winder-mere.
I can't see it anywhere here.
If you mean flora and fauna,
I'll say Yes to Ikebana
But No to co cockroaches and rats
And gutter-straddling cats.