This small collection of poems reflected upon many different things from homes, to being bounded, and even to the point of being sorry for the life that is no longer there. Through these poems we have expressed our feelings towards the ecosystem that our eco-towers presented us with. Whether is was as a home for a small portion of an ecosystem, or it felt like the organism were trapped, or even how sad they were when everything was dead. Everyone has their own experimental display, along with their own results of their experiment. Each and individual results were influenced by quantity of resource, whether it’s shortage of food for the organisms cutting off some of their food web components, or the actions of the experimenters, in which placed environmental disturbances into their ecosystem changing the process.Two of these pieces are from voices inside one of these towers, and two others are of onlookers of the towers. Brought together, you have Life of the Eco-tower.
By Jenna Jordan
Your Terrestrial Chamber is today
The Decomposition is a day
Aquatic Chambers are acquired
And Herbivores are here.
When one is two and two is one
The Trophic Level has begun
Producer in one
Consumer in two
And Decomposer in one
One begins, one ends.
First is Omnivore
Next is Detrivore
And last is Carnivore
One eats the origins
Two eats remains
And the last eats other animals
Abiotic is non-life
Biotic is life
Two halves of a whole
One has always been there,
The other has not.
Radiant Energy travels by waves
Sound by speed
Chemical Energy is stored.
And Systems make a whole
By Khamphayvanh L. Rasavong
I started off free,but passed away chained.
Taken from lentic waters and transported to an entirely different ecosystem.
My actions aren’t forced, nor can I be tamed.
Yet, I still stand in a place which I condemn
Two ecological chambers are two above mine in position
Both terrestrial and decompose
Lack supplied nutrition
In a place where my appearance is exposed
Occasionally receive precipitation
Visible to what I can see
Bounded for the extent of my view
Trapped inside a solid that meets my needs, but still not free.
My life is to be due
End in a place where there is a benthic zone, photic zone, but no aphotic zone.
Constantly exposed to radiant energy
Covered in bacteria, which is to be prone
Will brought me this far
Physically restricted, mentally free.
By Dominic Abolio
My home is a strange small world,
junk piled upon its own self making a suitable habitat
chamber once illuminated with life,
now a damp,
dark graveyard contaminated with filth
So dark that you would insist on being able to see light if you were blind instead
A power flows within my home,
energy created by interactions between the inert and them that breathe,
cycling the energy and matter trapped inside the system,
hopeless of ever receiving anything different
Organisms consume organisms consuming organisms,
life cannot conjoin together as it once did before in peace
Survival is an instinct of which the mind uses to secure one’s well-being in the attendance of hazards,
that is why these consumers cannot stop themselves if they wanted to
My home is a tower of different elements intertwined with one another in the ecosystem,
with the terrain over the aquatic,
but eventually to subside into the waters below
Some talk about swimming these murky creature infested pools,
and dare their courage and faith to surpass the waters to make it to what land there is,
or sink trying
Signs begin to sprout in the highlands,
a rising hope,
a hope that my home can once again be filled with the fulfillment of life
Worst of Ways
By Ethan Heinig
I am sorry
For we have failed you in the worst of ways
All your biotic components
(save some slugs and bugs)
have failed to make it in the worst of ways
they all have become
detri-food number one
(even though the detries are there too)
There are no omnies
The only herbies, they are brand new
the only producers are the foolhardy weeds
that are soon to fall to the new baby feeds
who shall crumple soon after to starvation indeed.
and then nothing will live, aquatic or terrestrial.
there will be no consumers.
there is no food tree.
the biochemical cycle is at a standstill
the system has a biomass
less than a quill
so I must say this Tower: