If you've been reading here you know
I'm no flag waver but I'm pressed
For an image free doggie-dirt bags
On the post at the wellhouse
Serving this thighbone of middle
Moderate homes where my
Granddaughters live is an example
Of that curious type of property
Which is not mine not yours
Ours those who bury their heads
In the sand the beach which
Is another example of the same
Question not mine not yours
How can this be there's no deed
On which we both have signed
Infuriates coastal landowners
Everywhere the tides rule from
The highest point to the lowest
The beach belongs to none and
To all paradoxical not really
Born you were not clutching
A deed to any property at all
Much less your father's vast
Expanse of coastal Rhode Island
His land-defined castle overlooks
This is only fair as those in
Soon-to-be-submerged Tuvalu
Are similarly unencumbered
With papers stating their ownership
Of disappearing property
Getting back to the wellhouse
The water company is finally acceding
To a decade of pleas installing
A propane tank and generator so when
The unreliable electricity fails
The neighborhood will not suffer
Loss of water also as if electricity
Water were entangled like quantum
Particles the change is good for
Everybody except for the water
Company unless you grant they
Will soon recover their expense
Through increased rates just like
The free doggie-dirt bags for whom
Someone bears the expense but all
Benefit in a cleaner classier environs
Step back a second this ours-type
Property applies to air minerals health
Safety education to the food the generous
Earth gives up forget the unempathetic
Red hen whose primitive economic
Analysis is wretchedly self-minded
The future belongs somewhat similarly
To none of us all of us depending
On how widely we define us before
We fail as a class of self-involved
Piggies destroying all which
Can save us
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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