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.
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.
Clive and Eva La Pensée 