The Ecphorizer

The ant lives in but for the colony and the colony lives
while the statue of liberty in masks of ecology watches
mutilated pelicans snap with half a beak at a handful of crumbs
and wild wolves howl lonely in the wild;
children are born in darkness tears and candlelight
to mothers beyond electricity bills
even as cooling uranium rods are pulled up on the edge of fusion
and IT&T grows hydroponically under thousands of light years
and remnants of supernovas compact to white cinders
even as this crumpled clump of cortex
(monitor; memorizer of motions)
stretches to the moon and back
and everything is so perfect, so ordered
that there is no order.