What Hunger Costs I. All every creature wants is to survive virus or human, bat or pangolin - though in this case we may resent its drive life’s just cells mutating from within. That’s why we like to pillage habitats not ours, arboreal or aquatic, looking for stuff to use. We don’t care that the earth is damaged or that it makes us sick, or not enough to stop; we are the best at consuming every resource in our path. Ominivores? No, we’re omnivoracious, our exponential growth a lethal math. This is humanity’s original sin: We don’t respect the world we’re living in. II. We don’t respect the world we’re living in our dream of Eden safely in the past or featured in a gardening magazine, a project to accomplish at long last. Buying the right equipment and some plans persuades us that we’re doing rather well reviving our own private piece of land - it’s all about the individual. The Enlightenment wasn’t so enlightened when it came to imagining a future of mutual trust. We’re still so frightened of being overlooked or having fewer possessions, no matter what they’re worth; no matter how we scar the patient earth. III. No matter how we scar the patient earth we excuse our greed and nurse our vanity trained to be oblivious from birth a grand collective kind of insanity that keeps us wanting stuff that no one needs and needing all the things we really want: clean air, clean water, a future guaranteed for our children. A green renaissance. Time’s running out; Covid put it on pause which may, perhaps, save more lives than are lost if we can see that we are the true cause of this disease. It’s what our hunger costs. Embrace the silence. Listen to your heart. This pain directs us where we have to start.
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Susan Glickman grew up in Montreal and lives in Toronto where she works as a freelance editor and is learning to paint. She is the author of seven books of poetry, most recently What We Carry (2019), four novels for adults, including The Tale-Teller (2012), a trilogy of middle-grade chapter books, a work of literary history, and a selection of essays, Artful Flight (2022).
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