William R. Boyer
William R. Boyer
Nest Defense for Marie Mason
The savage crimes of civilization cannot mute the cries of the savage. But the voice of the savage is not the machine buzz of chainsaws in the forest or the clank of garbage trucks in the ghetto. Her savage voice mirrors an angel, an angel wailing one last song of protest before the last bulldozer takes out the last wild place.
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William R. Boyer
Absolutely Marie Suite
You seldom wavered
You always questioned
When we never trusted
the smoke, the steam, the fog
or more precisely
the cooling towers
and modern chimneys
and their endless denials
in the names of our children;
Can you still detect the distant battle drums
beyond their crude walls
The silica source of our glass embrace
The contrast against concrete monuments
of their unrestricted restrictions,
Bringing us closer to fermented red serenities
and the eventual savoring
of the fresh water’s edge,
Long after the shareholder meetings we disrupted
We recall your robin song voice
and better futures
with frank sense and mirth
Respecting zebra mussels
and mocking invasive authorities
Toasting unnamed friends
and unimaginable foes;
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