Bring to bear a platter of assorted delicacies strewn
from tailings and debris: these could be alluvial fan
deposits or remnants of mountaintop removal. No
berries, and no cheetos, either. To the problem, bring
solutions—directives, admonishments, chastising,
pleading. If necessary, make yourself 5x larger than
yourself and shout—gather the noise bouncing
about inside, merge the sound molecules
through stomach, diaphragm, pathways of your
lungs, to narrowing esophagus, mouth, teeth, and
tongue tunnels. Be aggressive. Shout. Fight, with
machines, to save nature. When that fails, luxuriate
in broken concrete and jackhammers, the beauty
of the cacophony, the disjunctions of plastic and rock,
gas hissing from shale, rainbow sheens on water, the
automobile carapaces, the radioactivity, corn grown
in row upon row upon identical row, waving, tassels,
greenly, in the gentle winds of the topographic
slopes, pre-harvest. Blurred shapes at the cave
entrances. Blurred shapes at the roots.