PrintFebruary 28, 2007
Carbon Credit (a poem)
I’d like to donate part of my own carbon credit
To one of the Gore households, where I’ll bet it
Could light a guest room for one whole day,
That’s all I can offer because I may
Have to use the rest to sustain my brood
For a year or more, though my guilt-filled mood
Tells me I’m selfish to put food on our table
When one of my betters might be able
To use it more wisely , more justly than I.
I’m torn apart realizing that my
Serving my family first might destroy the earth.
I’m shredded with shame, I’m doubting my worth.
Surely the wisdom of Leonardo Di Caprio
Should lighten my spirit instead of trap me so.
I’ll chew on my fingers, my clothes I’ll rend
Waiting for the world to end.
On the other hand I think this stuff is fluff
And with all of this hot air I’ve had enough…
Mimi Evans Winship
