Anthropocene Blues

Anne Waldman, 1945

sound de-territorializes
weather
and my love clings to you
sings to you
in the new weathers
within a tragedy
of the Anthropocene
nothing
not
held hostage
by the hand
of Man
can we resist?
will we fail?
to save our world?
we dream replicas of ourselves
fragile, broken
robotic thought-bubbles
inside the shadow
a looming possibility
this new year
to wake up
could it be?
an anthropoid scared
from the forest
slow in development
now infantilized
much like us
stressed yet
perhaps
ready to resist
this scenario?
the forest made the monkey
& the cave & steppe: the human
and now
what makes us suppler
more human?
climate grief?
a fierce tenderness toward
the destruction of our world?
questions
or actions?
[my love for yousings for you, worldIve got those
Anthropocene.Anthropocene.blues..]