TrippinBTM
05-22-2006, 06:14 PM
On Human Foolishness
(i)
She wanted Nature's way to be
lions and lambs at play in glee
frolicking in fields of flowers,
some idiot utopian fantasy.
She couldn't deal with blood or death
and so condemning ran outside
to quell the grackle's gristly work
and o'er the sparrow stood astride,
horrified by what she saw
her foolish worldview knocked askew
(and meanwhile there upon her stove
simmered slowly her beef stew).
Then she stood there sad and silent,
at a loss and looking 'round
while contemplating what to do
with the wounded on the ground.
(ii)
And now I'm crouching here and holding
this rock suspended o'er my head
looking down, both grim and grieved,
the bird lay shaking, nearly dead.
Reaching down, I stroked his back
"I'm sorry" I said softly to him.
My heart beat fast, I took a breath,
and let the stone fall hard and grim.
(iii)
If only she had let the grackle
do his work on Nature's terms
for now this bird dies pointlessly
to feed not wings, but only worms.
(i)
She wanted Nature's way to be
lions and lambs at play in glee
frolicking in fields of flowers,
some idiot utopian fantasy.
She couldn't deal with blood or death
and so condemning ran outside
to quell the grackle's gristly work
and o'er the sparrow stood astride,
horrified by what she saw
her foolish worldview knocked askew
(and meanwhile there upon her stove
simmered slowly her beef stew).
Then she stood there sad and silent,
at a loss and looking 'round
while contemplating what to do
with the wounded on the ground.
(ii)
And now I'm crouching here and holding
this rock suspended o'er my head
looking down, both grim and grieved,
the bird lay shaking, nearly dead.
Reaching down, I stroked his back
"I'm sorry" I said softly to him.
My heart beat fast, I took a breath,
and let the stone fall hard and grim.
(iii)
If only she had let the grackle
do his work on Nature's terms
for now this bird dies pointlessly
to feed not wings, but only worms.