The account is overdrawn, the soil bank bankrupt. The earth comes first. Science won't save us. Technological solutions to problems caused by technology lead to worse and worse botches. In fact, the problem and solution are cultural.
Poets have work to do if reclamation and healing can occur.
Life on earth depends on the power to envision and project a myth of balanced, sustainable existence. But in this dark age poets go unheard. In another age, trusty blacksmiths would build the framework of the Skambha for us to hang our lays on. But this time around, polluters employ Babel-slaves to incarcerate the spirit in vain containment vessels. On this frame the people hung their habitat, symbols and forms to explain living and dying.