The Hollow
Deep in the hollow
Where none will follow
We laid on the grass
Straining for sight
Straining for sound
Though neither comes
For of man's hum
In the hollow there is none
All day we sat upon a mat that I had brought along
The only sign of life
In an area of life
Where are all the bugs that bite
That fly, that crawl, and march along
The pesticide wars, fought so near
Have brought low these insects

Not to understand or be understood did they live
Merely to live was their goal
Man won the war and the bugs no more work under the sun
Pesticides and Genocides, the glory of man
To cast aside
The noble and tried
To bring inferior ways
To wreak and rape
Man's glory
No other creature has this story;
To kill and break
In their wake
Is what man does best

Even here, even now
Our mat smothers the grass
That worked so hard to live by yards
To survive the seasons
Till man came by and cast aside
All of nature's planning
With insecticides and genocide
Man moved in his glory
To rape the world
Is our way and we know no other

But here in the hollow
Where none will follow
We try to make amends
But it is to late
To save the head when the body is dead
Our efforts vain
We remember pain
To justify our actions
Too little too late
Oh so apt
That tears well in our eyes
To know what lived and what has died
Is to much a pain to bear
Should we put out our eyes
To stop useless tears,
Sorrow and remorse;
Should we stop the heart
And thus end man's ways
To stop the pillage and the rape
Of our once great planet
I know not
All I know
Is that
We're sitting on a mat,
In a hollow
Smothering grass