LANDFILLS KILL BUNNIES

If you've never been to a landfill, this pretty much sums it up....smelly mud, and cute-fuzzy-stuffed-animal death.

This place is hell.   My landfill receipts now total close to 25,000 lbs of toxic rubble (mostly lead painted plaster and siding, and asbestos siding).   They know me by name at the weight station. 
Way to go humans.  Lets keep manufacturing toxic, non-biodegradable materials that have to be disposed of in a giant toxic smelly hole in the ground to pollute our drinking water for eternity.

It occurred to me while I was there that this mountaintop was once an ancient forest. 

By the way, that big complicated machine (which looks much bigger when it's plowing a fresh mountain of trash directly AT you!) has a very simple purpose - It drives back and forth, back and forth over the trash mountain all day long, compacting it with enormous studded steel wheels.   We call it the "trasher masher". 

siding - gone!

just a bit more...

bare bones...

 

every day....

every day,
 from the moment i rise
to the moment
 I close my eyes for night
i am aware of what we've lost.
  what we're losing.
I am aware of what was
  and what could be.
my mind is built on sadness,
  and dreams.
my awareness of what has been destroyed
  is acute
  is strangling.
all that is sacred
all that is my home
        my life
is being taken from me
           from my children
           from their children
                           and theirs...
the sacred land
stories,
knowledge,
balance... taken.

what do you see when you look around yourself
do you see life?  do you see wonder?  possibility?
do you see the land...alive, intertwined, complex and beautiful?
in concert with your own beauty
thriving.
or do you see a reflection of your own disease?

   Fire
sacred fire as passion love life song
     or the fire of disease burning pyres of filth trash smokestacks
the fires of sickness
madness.

   Water
sacred water as birth freedom fertility clear pure and cold
     or the water of disease stagnant smelling of death poisoned,
suffocating.

   Air
sacred air as spirit, crisp alive nourishing
     or the air of disease carrying disposing of our cultures stench, exhaust,
exhausted.

every.
single.
day.
from the moment i rise
to the moment
i close my eyes for night
  i want to scream
  i want to cry
  i want to run
  i want to fight

every day
i watch insanity
 grow
i watch sickness
 spread

and tears swell up
and fade.

endless noise.

if there was just one place
 i could go
where clear water
 would flow forever
and the forest,
 ancient and complex,
 would shelter me
and human beings,
 sane intelligent caring wise,
 to share this life with me...

just one place....