It’s too horrible to look
my older brother hiding under the theater seat
eyelids clasped tight aghast at Bambi’s cute little friends
in prophetic holocaust forest fire now reminiscent of let’s see
oh, yes California, Canada, Australia, the Amazon, the Congo, Indonesia
the great global belt of tropical multi-tier forest, oh those creatures of the forest
and those creatures of the coral reefs, too, the insects the amphibians, and
the pollinators, the tendons, the ligaments, the very muscle of life it self
all threatened, all declining, all poisoned with thousands of chemicals
of completely unfettered, indeed unhinged industrial contamination
booming out over and filtering down on the poor stuck on the ground
here we all are as the “centrists” the technocrats sure it’s all technical
the very people going along sure it’s all inevitable the only way to be
because they, the mysterious they ever present they have spoke (some
where, somehow, some secret panel) and they always get their way
don’t even ask, don’t even look, because it’s too horrible to look
of course the highway will be built, another chunk cut off
the traffic jam just gets worse again after all those billions
spent on the central artery project heart bypass in place
fatally in place so we roar on over the climatic cliff
dictators consolidating around the tortured earth
the bridge to the future this enormous gaping gap
digital electronic credits coursing secret galore
as all the Bambi’s are huddling, looking
looking for safety and security
but it’s too horrible to look
to see them hiding
under their seats
oh, ohhhh…


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.