Consome
Like caterpillars on the underside of leaves, left to our own devices we devour more than what we need I am a self professed environmentalist. I pledge allegiance to the Earth. But I find our side is losing a long drawn war. A slow slip into defeat. We are simply outnumbered. We're encumbered by the hands clasping at our heels, Like mud weighing down our slowing step. Soon we might stop, and watch the rush of corporate fuel ignite. With each tree we uproot we create more kindling More tinder in a dry drought desert. Why can't we be bothered To make a simple switch Use a hand dryer instead of paper towels For example. I feel alone in my effort The behaviour has set like dye I gravitate towards the hand dryer every time Because I see no point in consuming a resource in less than 30 seconds Placing it in a trash bin and condemning it to a lifetime buried in a wasted grave Preserved in airless inertia. And I can't say what people don
