Grass in Green Meadow was first performed in Cafe Maldon on 19 July 2002, using
a personalized form of Tai Chi to dramatize the performance and the textual imagery.
This poem struck an emotional chord with all audiences during a short USA tour in
2003. Last performed at my retirement gig in Melbourne’s Botanic Gardens which
was used to raise significant support for the freedom struggles in Tibet and West
Papua, and for an orphanage in East Timor.
Grass in Green Meadow
Chinese eat dog.
Japanese eat whale.
Les Français eat snail.
Some fellas eat grub.
Africans eat wildebeest.
Latinoamericanos eat testicles of bull.
Cowboys and Indians eat bison.
Other fellas eat kangaroo.
Dog eat lazy dog.
Whale eat sea plankton.
Snail eat plant.
Grub eat leaf.
Wildebeest eat grass.
Bull eat grass.
Bison eat grass.
Kangaroo eat grass.
Lazy dog eat no one.
Sea plankton eat no one.
Leaf eat no one.
Plant eat no one.
Grass in green meadow softens
with gentle whisper of breeze
and tears of Tibetan monks.
Clean Coal Honey (CCH)
Let’s get on with it!
We don’t need pollinators anymore,
especially if they promise not to sting.
We know they will! So, buzz off!
Less bees, less trees, more tailings sierras.
For CCH, the latest mass production triumph,
gooey tar black or with candied fungicide.
Dusty treacle on sunburnt toast
for hungry grandkids
and mutated garden orphans.
More clean coal honey please!
Oxymoron-a-minute PM and the mates’ gallery
of pat on the back CEOs use it very privately,
nudge-nudge wink-wink, like slip-slop-slap —
We most assuredly can assure everyone,
ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, assurances-a-go-go,
we’ve done the sums, I mean, the science,
and science always gets it right,
ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha.
— rub-a-dub-dub all over while singing
praise to Him on High — Mr President.
And vomiting like there is no tomorrow
into the deep trough of peachy commissions
and expedient guidelines while sailing
through the Slick Straits of Shameless Blather.
Let’s get on with it!
We don’t need pollinators anymore, do we?
JIM AUBREY - POETRY
12 October 2018
Clean Coal Honey (CCH) is dedicated to the Minister for What’s Left of the Environment
— the 91 scientists behind the latest UN Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change
(IPCC) report cannot be right simply because you know what’s best …
Grass in Green Meadow
Chinese eat dog.
Japanese eat whale.
Les Français eat snail.
Some fellas eat grub.
Africans eat wildebeest.
Latinoamericanos eat testicles
of bull.
Cowboys and Indians eat bison.
Other fellas eat kangaroo.
Dog eat lazy dog.
Whale eat sea plankton.
Snail eat plant.
Grub eat leaf.
Wildebeest eat grass.
Bull eat grass.
Bison eat grass.
Kangaroo eat grass.
Lazy dog eat no one.
Sea plankton eat no one.
Leaf eat no one.
Plant eat no one.
Grass in green meadow softens
with gentle whisper of breeze
and tears of Tibetan monks.
JIM AUBREY - POETRY
Clean Coal Honey (CCH)
Let’s get on with it!
We don’t need pollinators anymore,
especially if they promise not to sting.
We know they will! So, buzz off!
Less bees, less trees, more tailings sierras.
For CCH, the latest mass production triumph,
gooey tar black or with candied fungicide.
Dusty treacle on sunburnt toast
for hungry grandkids
and mutated garden orphans.
“More clean coal honey please!”
Oxymoron-a-minute PM and the mates’ gallery
of pat on the back CEOs use it very privately,
nudge-nudge wink-wink, like slip-slop-slap —
“We most assuredly can assure everyone,
ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, assurances a-go-go,
we’ve done the sums, I mean, the science,
and science always gets it right,
ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha.”
— rub-a-dub-dub all over while singing
praise to Him on High — Mr President.
And vomiting like there is no tomorrow
into the deep trough of peachy commissions
and expedient guidelines while sailing
through the Slick Straits of Shameless Blather.
Let’s get on with it!
We don’t need pollinators anymore, do we?
12 October 2018
Clean Coal Honey (CCH) is dedicated
to the Minister for What’s Left of the
Environment — the 91 scientists
behind the latest UN Intergovernmental
Panel on Climate Change (IPCC)
report cannot be right simply because
you know what’s best …
Grass in Green Meadow was first performed in Cafe
Maldon on 19 July 2002, using a personalized form of Tai
Chi to dramatize the performance and the textual imagery.
This poem struck an emotional chord with all audiences
during a short USA tour in 2003. Last performed at my
retirement gig in Melbourne’s Botanic Gardens which was
used to raise significant support for the freedom struggles in
Tibet and West Papua, and for an orphanage in East Timor.