Ode to an Eco-Guerilla

Squirrel, you did what you could.

We lost our power for three hours.

That’s five dozen trees

or the moon

or whatever they make power out of.

Now you are toast and there’s no one left

to torch SUVs

or blow up dams.

Perhaps another squirrel

will take your place.

I hope it’s the one

living in my attic.

He is noisy

and deserves to be arrested.

One Thought on “Ode to an Eco-Guerilla

  1. Christos on February 22, 2008 at 12:17 am said:

    how could i miss these!! fuck your novel– publish your poems!!!

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