back burner or, compartmentalization (self-portrait schematic) by a female faust

To My Friend On His Deathbed, Or, Maybe You Won't Go

 

                                                                      

To My Friend On His Deathbed

Or, Maybe You Won’t Go?

There is nothing I can do that will be any good

Nothing I can try that could save you

No herbal concoction, no medicine food

Everything stronger they already gave you

Is there time left anon a new habit to learn?

Maybe, but not its proper effect ascertain

Our time finds, invested, a decreasing return

All costs presently sunk, with no successes to claim

Yet so much of our time is, well, mundane

with the details of our little lives quite consumed

 but — an imperative added to not be all in vain

that no one here can fulfill, since we are all of us doomed.

this verse was meant to somehow banish our grief & fear & sad regret:;

if as i suspect this goal remains elusive, perhaps we’ll get there yet.

Notes On The Disappearance Of The World's Insects (A Warning By A Faust)

 

Notes On The Disappearance Of The World's Insects

(A Warning By A Faust)

Who are you calling? 

The suits are just stalling

The news is appalling

Divided we're falling 

What are you buying? 

The insects are dying 

Your president's lying 

Excusing denying 

When are you starting? 

The seas won't be parting 

For those busy charting 

How many are 🖤ing 

Where are you going? 

No place that's not showing 

The danger that's growing 

Out of money still flowing 

Why aren't they stopping?

Keep on mono-cropping

Development popping 

Pesticide slopping 

How are you helping? 

Because you'd better be helping 

Because you'd better be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We need all of us helping

Showing and telling 

Teach what you knowing 

Shouting and yelling 

Get up and going