House of Cards

By Will Tuttle

We live in a house of cards
Plastic payments buy meat, eggs, and cheese,
And drag fish from the seas;
Pulling calves from their mothers, and
Filling our world with cries of pain and disease.
Our plastic cards buy whatever we please.
They reach relentlessly, grabbing life from birds, fishes, and bees.
Lost in our appetites, our ears block their pleas.
The winds blow stronger every day;
How long before this house of cards is blown away?