Deposit
By Steve M. Schoonmaker, Kasilof
What of human investments, what do they mean?
What are the gifts that come in from the streams?
And our human economies, what do they mean?
To biology’s truths at the Bank of the streams
At returns nursery, in it’s link to the sea
Where if just left alone, continuance would be
But if gifts are for taking, for the Eagles in trees
For the Gulls on the sand bars, for the stake holders needs
Our minds about budget, that can live beyond means
If giving’s what gives, then what gives is the streams
Unless giving is giving, by just letting be
By humans grown conscious, by take’s scarcity
Our human economies, what do they mean?
Concerning these matters, at the Banks of the streams
Where deposits are made, and then left to grow
For these gifts of the Salmon, and a life they can know
It’s this gift of themselves, that’s biology’s truth
Let’s give Salmon deposits, yes, given from you
Yes, and given from me, conscious of truth
For continuance to be, no more blaming to do
For continuance to be, it’s now or past due
