How much carbon have YOU sequestered today?
by Dave Vargo
Trunks and limbs
Cut from forest floor or branch-entwined embrace of yet living trees.
Dead sentinels with flaky bark . . .
Shall they be gathered
and eviscerated by fierce
Nay. I say nay. Why provoke the wrath of ALGORE?
Dig. Dig like a woodchuck that has swallowed the whole pack of Sudafed because Woodchucks can't read. Make this trench long.
Place organic cylinders in communal grave . . . So many they cannot fit in the trench. The woody mountain rises above the grassy plain.
Cloaked in musky black dirt, green grass and
Let new life feed from the bones of the trees.
Sequester the carbon. Make it do your bidding.