Incinerating Summer’s serendipity,
Stripping earth naked,
As I walked today along a country road
Where just a year ago I picked blackberries,
Tasting their soft, sharp sweetness as I wandered home.
A tasteless mess stretched round the metal sign,
Part of the process of improvement;
(Road widening, apparently)
Where lumps of mud smothered the sighing grass
Panting beneath the weight of violent
Assault, choking to death.
Cowering beneath the friendly hedges, small
Frail purple petalled vetch retreated with the clover
And hid beside the brambles, thickly powdered
With sterile dust, their fruit inedible.
Later, I watched the moon high overhead
Shining in purity. Stripped clean of vegetation, she has no air.
What on earth will we do, how will we breathe,
Having no oxygen, when we in turn
Choking to death, have all our plants been ripped off?