(a response to the paper “Oedipus and Nature’s Rage” by Dr Gabriela Dragnea Horvath)
As I walk over the aged bricks here
that pave my urban driveway’s looping form,
I see profusion of gum tree blossom
fallen in a long night’s storm. But, I fear,
this season’s snow of natural procreation
is out-shone by technology unfurled.
It’s our obsession with the sad dream world
we alone created. Seems digitalisation
much craved as our triumph over flower
and animal form is lust for power
embodied in conjuring acts. Lower
than this we cannot crawl in detritus we made
of this blue-green orb called Earth. Each decade
worsens; until in this same earth we’re laid.