By Michael Theroux
In our food, in our bodies our clothes, our buildings in the Air, Water, Earth all come from the Fire We unmake our home and make the Machine and making, create this deadly residue Splinters so fine no needle will serve in competent hands to come to the rescue What have we done we’ve planted a seed so very deep inside magic beans, indeed To the last grain I’ll sift the sands and chase the curse Blessings of our Age For given the gold we have bought pain and carry, each our body burdens These are the teeth and claws of the Beast that which we ride has turned upon us To the last grain sifting through our hands winnow the balm of life from the carnage of living
Michael Theroux writes incessantly from his cubby hole home office in Northern California. His career has spanned field botanist, environmental health specialist, green energy developer and resource recovery web blog editor. Although a great many works have been formally and/or self-published, almost all have been scientific and technical works. Michael is now seeking publication of his cache of art writings, including two fantasy books and around 400 individual short stories and poems.
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