Hope You Like Surrogates

The big drums are starting up outside: Maybe the spirits of ancient Indian chiefs Pissed off that their inheritance has been slowly drained away Or woodland spirits dismissive Of the appearance that modern day has taken on: Where once were hills and valleys, springs and sanctuaries Now a concrete veldt stands, unsupportive of life Holding in all the heat like a cooking griddle for giants And all the creatures long for a breeze and a mist A cool after the long, still burning of summer But after rain comes the jungle of humidity Just breathing causes torpor and inertia: Napping and eating, sleeping and breeding- The organism takes so much just to maintain: How did we ever find the time to destroy nature's cradle While we were building a virtual world to inhabit instead?