Subsistence Culture
Hunt and gather. Hunt and gather.
Keep the numbers small and close.
Don't defile the land with tractors
and Roundup. Don't defile the air
with burnt offerings of coal and oil.
Defy the impulse to grow beyond
your means and the means of the
place where you lie at night.
Subsist. Never exploit for goals
abstract and meaningless when
the meaning is the smile of faces
gathered in a meal around the fire.
Keep the numbers small and close.
Don't defile the land with tractors
and Roundup. Don't defile the air
with burnt offerings of coal and oil.
Defy the impulse to grow beyond
your means and the means of the
place where you lie at night.
Subsist. Never exploit for goals
abstract and meaningless when
the meaning is the smile of faces
gathered in a meal around the fire.
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Post-apocalypse.
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Sweet, wholesome, and so damned true. ***
"Never exploit for goals
abstract and meaningless when
the meaning is the smile of faces"
Good poem. I like.
Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Sam.
Ben away, but what I nice poem for my return. Couldn't agree more.*
Thank you, Daniel
"Hunt and gather." Yep, these are the days.*
Thank you, Tim.
First two lines I like, nice poem.
Thank you, Kitty.
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Thank you, Rachna.
"Subsist."
Yes.