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My work ecopoetick.

World all anthropocene,

Wherefore of folk the right

For greater, longer fight

For Earth Mother the sick.

In my own life, no need

For flesh nor milk nor car.

Everything by the folk—

Or any newer thing—

A footmark on Earth Mother,

Such that utter care with

Green love the highest good.

My work many a poem

Full of mindfulness with

Ethicks. By me the wish

That by folk love for my

Work, my gladsomest word.

Myself indeed a youngster

After every from Godhead

Token, godliness in

Vtter love—as of Hindu

Ahimsa. Well, good luck!

(Cuban my mother tongue,

Spanish yea, by the way.)