Wordmonger - writings by Siam Siam

It was a blink in the world’s eye, ago

reading the Lorax to the little ones;

saluting the mood, getting the point

as the Pluto brigades sang

and grew their hair;

Silent Spring, Small is Beautiful burst out

Dylan Thomas and Bob, Luther King

Vonnegut, Salinger, Lessing, Watts

Heidegger, Baez, Burgess, Lorenz

Nabokov, Plath, Carson, Sendak,

Attenborough…whale savers,

CND protesters, pacifists, liberals

Black and Counterculture

Civil rights-ists, environmentalists,

with every activism, from saving trees, anti-war/vivisection,

to peace and gender movements,

along with the incipient dangers

of subversive reaction, extremism,

and, it seems, ecocide.

So where did all this get us?

Does the species ever really learn?

Do we actually evolve?

In the trajectory from the indigenous:

purist innocents, savants, alpha fish

close and wise to the Earth

and it’s stories,

on to contemporary Yo-yo Ma, Carlsen

Banksy, Allen, Stoppard, Hawking

Mandela, Gyatso, Katsioulis

and on, in every field of endeavour

the names, hidden heroes

and shining stars of today.

What does that indicate

but sublime abilities and potential

to heights of exponential expression:

The way-showers and pathfinders

of today.

Everyone else is collectively entrained, entailed, entangled

willy nilly, randomly, unknowing;

by the very fact of his groupie-kind

each one carrying the lineage onwards

and, mayhap, promising the future

with further apogees of empyrean wisdoms:

peacefulness, sustainability..and creative loving.