They'Re At It Again Poem by Danny Draper

They'Re At It Again



They're at it again trimming trees to grotesque
And will keep mutilating until dead or suppressed,
Cutting back street trees from wires overhead
Expanding heat islands removing shade as it spread,
The chipper is gnawing at reticulate limbs
Feeding voracious whirling jaws final and grim,
Hard stand is baking the growling has gone
Wires fix air conditioners as sun throbs upon,
Drier and hotter reduced shade all around
It's not rocket science to put wires underground,
And let every tree spread its umbrella crown
Eroding heat islands in cool verdant down,
Moistening the air from soil water returned
We know the answers but are so slow to learn,
As we carp and whinge in each heating town and city,
Ensuring corporates impunity to control our livability.

Danny Draper
24/11/2014

Sunday, January 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Laurie Van Der Hart 17 August 2016

I love it! Great description, such relevant thoughts. You're a poet after my own heart. Take a look at my We, the rich and famous and Sunshine in January for more environmental commentary. Laurie

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Kiama, New South Wales, Australia
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