A Tribute to Chuck

My suffering is nothing

I lose my job,
I lose my house
my grey days pass in interminable haze
friends gone their ways

But I don’t starve
or lose my life for lust of oil
or survive by shank or kneel
down.

I have green
so obvious it seems,
till seen
Can not say a word
without a respectful nod
to Chucks
“peek-a-boo”

When my sylvan siblings
slyly, cheekily, show me a leaf.
Turned silkily unique,
Or a cobweb spun, it seems,
more for fun than lure,
even more if so.

Then I know,
part of the great evil?
which ist?
or ism
one great organism.??