the sieve and the sand

I climbed a tree in some northwest woods.
I gave away all my earthly goods
because I was out to save the world.

Thanks to no breakfast and coffee bowels
I could not save the spotted owls.
I descended as my stomach whirled.

I could not hold it till I got home…
I dug a hole in the detritus
and sunk a wet Roger in the loam.
The burly men who’d come to fight us
grabbed me, tied me naked to my tree,
and left me dripping for all the unsaved world to see.