Wilderness breathes,
And shirks sickly people,
With belching machines,
That choke down the weakly.
Laws of the Greenhouse
Predate the Carta,
But bright blinking panels,
Kill just as quick.
Wilderness hides,
You mustn't just chase it.
Sit on a sidewalk,
Until you can't take it.
Laws of the Greenhouse
Will make you a target,
Lunch from your wallet,
The magic of plastic.
Wilderness hides,
In with Greenhouses,
Not dreamy lakesides,
In grandmothers' houses.
