Friday, May 6, 2016

A Poem by Craig W. Steele



Epitaph

          There are some who can live without wild things,
          and some who cannot.

                                 -- Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac

If, by some implausible, improbable chance, we
discovered a herd of previously unknown
deer-like animals inhabiting a hitherto untrekked
patch of forest, would we rush to preserve them or
rush to kill them off for their hides or meat, or for "sport"?

Most likely the latter; human history is shaped by
viewing nature through the narrow lens of
human wants and "needs."  By definition, useful things
are "good" and what we have no use for, "worthless."  Thus,

"What good is it [to me]?" someone asks while stomping
on a frog trespassing through their garden, ignorant
that the frog may eat the insects that attack their useful plants.




Craig W. Steele resides in the countryside of northwestern Pennsylvania, not far from Lake Erie.  When not writing, he's a professor of biology at Edinboro University.  In his quest to become a widely-published unknown poet, his poetry has appeared in numerous anthologies, literary journals and magazines, most recently in The Lyric, Form Quarterly, Jellyfish Whispers and Mused: the BellaOnline Literary Review, among others, and he continues to write monthly poetry as "The Writer's Poet" for Extra Innings, online.




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