Hello and welcome to the third installation of my ongoing series: Mead of Poetry.
Today I'm sharing a poem that I’ve been writing over a couple months. The concept came to me while I was out walking in my neighborhood, and it morphed into what you will find below.
I want to offer a gentle content warning for this piece: climate anxiety, medical lingo, death and dying. Please take good care of yourself in proceeding ⚘
Immaterial
I eat leaves from plastic bins and pour milk from plastic jugs I serve food on plastic plates and drink tea in plastic mugs I love my plastic clothing and I love my plastic shoes I wrap leftovers in plastic just like my new tattoos In my eyes, soft plastic discs worn for better daily sight in my mouth, hard plastic trays keep my teeth straight every night the plastic in our skincare is the same that fuels our cars don't worry where it comes from only worry that it's ours brilliant meds in plastic bottles genius shots in plastic tubes plastic seeps into our soil and absorbs into our foods plastic found in all placentas plastic floating in the air there's plastic in our colons well, there's plastic everywhere the plastic wants what it wants! all the world's a plastic stage! you're gonna need a plastic boat! plastic passengers to the grave! grandma's ashes held by plastic that we buried in the ground oh, I hope the worms can reach me when my time comes around
Tunes for Fools
I want to leave you on a hopeful note within the theme of death, so please consider listening to “Burial Blessing” by Johnny Flynn & Robert Macfarlane.
The artists set out to write a song that defies time period and holds the reverie fit to celebrate a life. I think they did it.
Be not afraid
Sing and pray, cry and sway
Oh, Jess, I love this. The Dr. Suess cadence and lightness. I think about it all the time. I remember about 20 years ago grocery shopping with my mom and gesturing towards a gallon of milk.."Should we get this size?" No, she said. And then simply: "Plastic." She was so aware long ago...