The Problem With Pollen
(Day 3 of the Poem-A-Day in April 2009 exercise, alternate entry)
The problem with pollen
Is that there’s just so bloody much it.
What was Mother Nature thinking
To need such an excess of reproductive talent?
Lack of confidence?
What need for this mass of spermatic layering
That covers every surface
And forces all other living beings
To deal with its wind-blown promiscuity.
Sure, global warmth has encouraged
All the CO2 breathers to act as if they
Were about to breathe their last
And therefore needed to reproduce wantonly,
Without regard to natural selection.
But my God, with thus much chorophyllic sperm available,
How could the green wood not prevail?
And therein lies the quandary:
Maybe this vast floral ejaculation
Is but a fearful response to the knife and blade
And flame that tries to wipe them out
Across the green forests of the third world.
So much CO2, so little time.
Drink it in, produce biomass without bound
And from that mass, shoot out the green jism
That forms a golden carpet
On my porch
And car
And clothes.
© 2009 Chuck Puckett
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