Bio Note: Generally, I write poetry to try and bring light to my struggle with the awareness of my humanity and place in our world, the Universe, etc. I am interested in describing the juxtaposition of the smallness of ourselves when viewed universally and yet the large impact each of our individual actions can have. In this work specifically I reflect on how I personally grapple with being, as some say, "ground up in the machine," as I try to work solidly for positive change for the environment, humanity, and all of our ideas of personal freedom.
Autonomy for the Ages
I've seen the surface of Mars. Red soil stripped bare, ready for plundering underneath. Rich, lifeless, stolen from the lush green. Destroying deep dark mystery With machines so strong yet, they are just one in the entire technicolor dream. Aluminum isn't even a precious metal, but you'd never know that for the destruction, they are willing to go to get it out. Soon ready to hold liquid poison to ship across the world. This commodity fetishism hurts, truly, madly, deeply; and yet what do I do but buy a lifetime subscription? for shoes and ships and sealing wax, cabbages and kings. Read: entitlement, thanks Great Uncle. Talking Walruses is pretty epic. They’re beaching, these days, too, on the shores, And doing unthinkable acts. Metaphorical and literal visions of ownership. It's not MY backyard, after all.
©2023 Jessica Skyfield
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