Perhaps poetry, like all language, is not solution but rather the underlying problem.
Consider human furlessness. Without hackles to raise, we must brandish words. We etch camouflage with tattoo needles, and signal health with lipstick. Our sad-sack revenge: a contemptuous devaluation of the wordless.
If only we had retained fur, we might properly perceive ourselves as just another elaboration on life, and to treasure the full exquisite range of other modes. Even if they cannot sweat as copiously.
Pity that we’re out of track. The new combination of human inactivity and plummeting use of language might eventually have spelled a return to fur, and thus empathy.
Please blame Nina Jablonski, and her current Scientific American article on naked humans, for this entire comment.