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To Those Who Poison the Water

John Shane

Since you have not listened

to reason, and you do not hear

the voice of the people

clearly raised against

the folly of your action,

what hope is there

that you will hear

the cry of the Earth?

The tongueless song of water

echoes in your veins,

your flesh, your bones,

the rain speaks to you,

and streams and rivers sing

When the mind is still,

one may hear these things:

the voices of the thousand

life forms of the earth, the sky,

those that live above the surface

of the water and those

that live below

And when the mind is still,

one may know how all live

in subtle balance

in the flow

A mind that spins cannot

know the unity of all things,

and when such minds wield power

they do more damage

by the hour

Tampering with things

half understood

they bring evil where

they seek to do good

In my dark dream

I hear the creature terror

of all that will suffer

from these man-made errors:

fish and snake,

bullfrog and dragonfly,

bee and bird, beetle and toad,

I hear them all, I give them voice,

that you may hear their wordless cry

Wrigglers and scamperers,

crawlers and creepers,

the winged and the whiskered,

the feathered and the finned,

I hear them crying in this winter wind,

calling to you to stop this madness,

now, before it’s too late:

what you are doing to the natural world

will kill, and maim, and mutilate

Let your mind be silent,

even for a moment,

and you will know

that no thing is separate

from another

What kind of creature

has the right

to put poison

in the bloodstream

of all others?

© John Shane

Substack: The Way Of The Poet

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I enjoyed this. What did Blake mean when he said, "I give you the end of a golden string. Simply wind it into a ball and it will lead you in at Jerusalem's Gate?" Blake is my connection with the past. He connects directly back to Milton and to the Baroque mindset, which is an improvement over the modern mindset that most people already had in the last half of the 18th century in London. In Blake's day, most people were already living in Hell. Ulro...the masses suffer from single vision and Newton's sleep. Whoever wants to engage the old symbols may. Homer and his followers (through Virgil) were initiates in a secret society of people who understood poetic allegory. Ovid was not a part of that original school. He was the first feminist and his work represents a distinct break with Homeric tradition. He was not initiated into their boy's club. He was there to tear down dilapidated thought structures and discard tired abused symbols. Ovid is the end of the cycle. So, Blake leads back to Milton, but if you hold onto Blake's golden thread it leads back farther...to Spenser...to Dante...to Virgil. Finally, it leads the way back to Homer, and to the beginning of poetry and timeless wisdom. This whole line is allegorical. The symbols of the Ancient poets are still sitting there waiting for us to animate them once again. When you read Homer you're supposed to understand that you are Odysseus. If you don't understand the allegory, you're not doing it right. I forgot to say Bunyan, another important allegorical dissenter.

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