As city lights disrupt the habitat for night-flying bats, have cell phones done so for poetry?
Here are some lines on the topic:
Must the Poet Succumb to Loss of Habitat?
With all their habitat destroyed
The creatures can’t survive,
And such am I, before the void,
As into it I dive.
As such I part and parcel am
With nature, though a man,
But mankind’s mechanisms damn
The world, with ban on ban.
With horror I perceive the fate
I face, by others shared,
Which, though it seems to loom so great,
Yet down will not be stared.
The modes of death are seldom kind;
We pray they fall, less cruel,
While body has no war with mind
Nor death with life a duel.
I pray, let me perceive, at last,
The fuller picture, not
Some fantasy's false version cast
By faulty modes of thought.