Anarchitecture

Timber-frame trackhouses
endless carbon copy clones
little boxes on the hillside
and they all look just the same
built from the flesh of ancient forests
disposable homes built to rot
and be replaced in 50 years or less
forged from the bones of giants
who have sheltered us all for millenia.
i earned my name
sheltered by those branches
using my body to shelter them in return
and i would sooner rip my arms from their sockets
and use my bones to build
then make my home out of the broken limbs
of these, the oldest of our living relations
beings with neither fingers to write nor lungs to scream
but only quiet voices speaking always of peace
still, the masses cry – without wood, where will we live?
as though our frail bodies need for shelter
were justification enough for the massacre
i demand a new architecture
one forged from earth sand and straw
local, sustainable, organic
instead of drenched in toxic chemicals
and founded on the lie of immediate scarcity
coupled with the fallacy of infinite growth
an architecture that shelters and builds our communities
nurtures our spirits
and respects the earth that sustains us
spaces for humans to share to give, to meet and to mingle
without the jingle of coins
or the markets endless race to the bottom
a better way to build and to live
together.

Posted: February 24th, 2009 under culture war, ecology, enviornment, personal.
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