Let’s get tough.

I occasionally get the urge to write about the environment, but get kinda tired, because of the lack of resonance, even from people on the same page as me.

My average breakfast table. Forget it if pesticides have their way.
The Soon extinct worker – Worried about Ukraine, covid 19?
Without the bee we are really fucked.
Wrecker’s Nectar
 
Bee beauty will
Dance his ass off
So his mates fly until
They reach the blossoms' source.
Then comes nectar's drill
To burrow deep,
Copulation soon fulfilled
As pollen travels with apiforce.
We use the procreation for our will
But the  inevitable dialectic
Means human greed must still
Destroy nature’s hidden resource.
Our Bee works with evolution’s skill
But Darwin didn’t foresee the hand
Dealt, by chemistry’s nanogram kill.
Yet, here there is no lover's remorse.

I have no idea what the CEO of chemical-agricultural companies and their board think and dream when they go to bed at night. They have done their job – made a pesticide to destroy all life at the bottom of the food chain and a selective herbicide to remove all the unwanted plants, commonly called weeds. But weeds are someone’s habitat, and a habitat is crucial to some food chain. Without them the birds disappear, through hunger, followed by pollinating insects and other minibeasts. One milligram of modern pesticide can render a hectare without life. Without pollinating animals, we go hungry, too.

And let the pace of global warming, be a warning. Tomorrow is today in a few hours.

Chemical-industry shareholders will then discover that you can’t eat banknotes – well, not for long.

And, I cheated in this shot. Mayo uses vast amounts of sunflower or rapeseed oil. Forget such accouterments when we have no bees to do the pollinating work.

I did this poem as a challenge, so why not post it here. Perhaps it will remind some of you, how fragile the supply chain is that we take so for granted.

Published by Clive La Pensée

Clive La Pensée, ex-science teacher, recognised writer on history of beer, novelist, expressionist, dreamer, believer in never giving up, empathiser, hopeful for a future without class, gender or racial prejudice. It's tough and at the moment, one has to remember distance travelled, rather than where we are at.

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