A Meal Best Enjoyed Cold


It must have seemed good sense to drain the swamps,

The marshes, sloughs, and other secret places.

For surely they appeared to be land wasted

On snakes, sawgrass, and other useless things.

They would have missed the wonders hidden there,

The rich detritus feeding tiny creatures

Who became meals themselves to feed the larger

Creatures who were surely of no value.

How would they know the secrets of the wetlands?

Why, even if the people there had told them

What did they know, those bands of ragged stragglers,

All fugitives, and ignorant of progress?

Thus, everglades and swamps made way for suburbs,

Canals, toll roads and malls, airports and farmland.

Now all must vie for water become precious

Where once it seemed the wetlands stretched forever.

Professors prowl remains of once great systems

Describing remnants in scholastic volumes,

While Seminoles and Miccosukees get rich

Off gambling, booze and cigarettes for tourists.

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Author: Bill

Birder, cat-lover, pilot, poet. Former lounge lizard, pauper, pagan, lifeguard, chauffeur,cop and martial artist, turned pacifist addiction writer. Tries to be a good husband, father and brother, and makes a decent friend. Likes to take pictures. Stumbling down the Middle Path, one day at a time.

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