A curse

Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal?”
~ Rachel Carson ~”The Silent Spring”

In the footprint of the old barn
five new houses almost built
swallows due home from Africa
shall find no eaves

All along the forest tracks
creatures sound alarms
flee from our footsteps in a flash
of wing and fur and hoof

Then the roads come through
bulldozers never sleep
until a clearway sweeps clean
the forest floor

Nest, burrow, lair, flower
fungi, sapling, scooped
and scarified to dust

And we do not mind that deadly silence
above all engine noise

May all the man-eaters mount attacks
send in the snakes spitting venom
spiders with their fatal bites
multiply microbes in every element
every corner of the continents

Before we lay waste the earth

With this “Forest Traffic!”photo from Pulkit Kudiwal, Carrie has stirred our Sunday Muse