Paper Needs

Oh the gall you have, you! 

You of this world's honeycomb wishes

And paper needs! You!

My eyes drink and seek

What your eyes will never see

And you judge my joy

I left you alone to your pursuit

I ran alongside your rivers

Made boats of words

Of dreams and images 

I sold them to people 

who met me on your banks

Who, like me, sought to cross

Your mindless rush to extinction 

I can shed these words

As I do my very skin,

Each time I need to plunge 

In your merciless waters 

But you!

You, of the need for more

And more,

How will you know

To shed is to have more?

But the sheer gall!