I’m knee deep in the Everglades,
Big Cypress abound, how peaceful.
Can you hear the sounds of spoonbills?
The winds are changing now… 

All I can think of is Hurricanes,
And the howling of the past–1928, Okeechobee 
Sideways rain and the cracking of a palm,
Now bombs, thunderous bangs,
Destruction, concrete catastrophe,
Lightning-made missiles.
Debris miles deep, 
as far as the eye can see.

Death. Unforgiven. Will we mourn?
Who are we to the land?
Where do we go from here?

Caging humans at a detention center in the Everglades.
State-sponsored, human trafficking, divide and conquer. 
Treated like cattle, again, again, again. Will we ever learn?

Historical heretic. 
The Golden Rule.
End For-Profit Prisons. 
End Corporate Personhood.
End War Profiteering.

My only wish is,
for my carbon to be stolen by the sea, 
devoured into oblivion, if I’m lucky.
My spine shall lay in a River of Grass,
Only The Everglades Shall Survive.

about the author

Rob Davis is a Broward College and Nova Southeastern University graduate who enjoys surfing, spending time with family, and writing. His dreams for a future worth fighting for include universal child care funded by taxing multi-billionaires and raising the corporate tax rate. He volunteers with Dream Defenders and Miami Sound Space. His favorite Floridian is Rodney Mullen, inventor of the kickflip.