“Peep: An Earth Day Doomsday Ditty” by Leanne Grabel

 

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2-chicks.new

It was Earth Day a couple weeks ago. And of course it’s spring. And little chickies, all plump and butter-yellow, all fuzzy and cozy and light as a puppy’s breath, are peeping, peep peeping.

3-lamb

It was Earth Day a couple weeks ago. And it’s spring. And little birdies, as fuzzy as cartoon lambies, are cheeping, cheep cheeping.

4-fear face

It’s spring. And there’s a global pandemic going on. A viral virus. And lots of bodies are heaping. And all the signals are beeping. We’re not sleeping. We’re weeping. And we’re creeping in shame. And we’re steeping in fear.

5-Breathless

It takes our breath away, virus or not. And nobody knows how to make the virus go away. And nobody knows when it’s leaving, or what it will look like tomorrow.

6-fish

But it’s spring. And it was Earth Day a couple weeks ago. Although everything was canceled. (Global pandemic.) Yes. Earth Day was one of the first things to go. I mean Small big Men have bigger fish to fry. No time to worry about where to put the fry grease.

7-tulip

O. It’s spring. And there are tulips like the Queen of England’s teacups. They are renowned for crimson tones.

8-Mountain

And there’s that orange man still screaming and lying. His mouth is so ugly and mean. His teeth are too numerous, and so ugly and mean. I’ve even seen mountains blush at his crassness. They cover their faces. Do you hear what I’m saying? Even mountains are shamed by his crassness. But the mountains stay chill. They know they can sit on him. Any time they want. It could happen any time. #sad

9-science hair

And the mountains will sit down with flair. They’ll have science hypotheses woven into their hair.

3-lamb

O. It’s spring. and cartoon lambies are baaing. And humans are jawing and pawing and cawing and sawing down trees by the millions.

10-Flowers

But it’s spring. And there are billions, yes, billions, yes, billions of birds in the air. And millions of flowers.

11-reeling

It’s glorious spring. Yes. But all but the selfish have noticed about the balance. I mean there is no balance. We’re reeling. You reeling? I’m reeling. And melting. And pelting. And burning. I see a chaos of wreckage.

12-daffodil

O. It’s spring. And there are butterflies, such gorgeous butterflies. They are floating around in their fabulous skintight ensembles. They make the irises look like bumblers. They turn the hummingbirds into audience. They teach magnolia trees a new humility.

13-dead bodies

And yet the bodies are going down, like they’re dead, as if they’re dead. I think they’re dead. Yes. They’re dead, like it’s a brand-new human trait or something. Most the bodies are brown. Yes. Brown. Yes. The bodies are brown. Damn. You have to admit it.

14-crocosmia

It’s spring. And I am trying just as hard as I can at emulation, to shimmy softly like a hushed breeze among the scarlet crocosmia, to tinkle and twinkle like bells in the navels of angels. Such courageous angels.

15-Bee best

O. It’s spring and the bees, always dandies, are wearing sable, and buzzing ballads with minor-scale harmonies.

16-daffodil

Precocious daffodils wear curly collars and big hats. Oh. Don’t you love a parade? (Not really.) But look at those peonies twirling and whirling in huge pale pink tutus. Look how they’re arcing curves with such bounty and precision. I’m crying. Are you crying?

17-pink moon

And last week there was a full moon the color of sassy lipstick.

4-fear face

And there’s a global pandemic!

18-eggs

I’m afraid to touch my body for fear of infection. Afraid to touch my children, their children. I’m afraid to touch our apples, our envelopes, our eggs.

19-scared in bed

I lie in bed and fight off fear. He tries to sock me. He socks me. He pounds my pillow. He makes my head bounce.

20-men in suits

I see these white men in dark suits with flag pins. They are plodding and trodding over earth with such a warped sense of ownership. Why are they doing that? Why are they lying? How greedy can they be? How stupid do they think we are? I see reams of dark yardage.

2-chicks.new

I need chickies. Where are those chickies? I need peeping.

21-yellow bush

And then last Tuesday, I replanted this old shrub. The pathetic thing was barely hanging on for dear life. It had been dying forever, but not quite. Now it has risen back to life. It’s way in the back of the yard where there’s nothing but a scabby-bricked wall and a fern so tough, one could hang a family of fascists. Suddenly there’s a burst of yellow daisies, bright as that fancy-ass daffodil, round as the sun. Maybe it’s Jesus. (No offense.) Or one of his friends.

the end

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Leanne in Lei

Leanne Grabel, MEd, is a writer, illustrator, performer & retired special education teacher. Grabel will be the 2020 recipient of Soapstone’s Bread and Roses Award for contributions to women’s literature in the Pacific Northwest. Grabel teaches graphic flash memoir to adults in arts and senior centers throughout the Pacific Northwest. In love with mixing genres, she has written and produced numerous spoken-word multi-media shows, including The Lighter Side of Chronic Depression, and Anger: The Musical.” er poetry books include Lonesome & Very Quarrelsome Heroes; Short Poems by a Short Person; Badgirls (a collection of flash non-fiction & a theater piece); and Gold Shoes, a collection of graphic prose poems. Grabel has just completed Tainted Illustrated, an illustrated stretched memoir, which is being serialized in THE OPIATE. She and her husband Steve Sander are the founders of Café Lena, Portland’s legendary poetry hub of the ’90s. ACM publishes Grabel’s work the second Thursday of the month.