If i were a flower
then even in death
use would be found
for my once
magnificent display
laid now
a browned and sodden
part of the mulch
upon the fertile ground
which fed me,
beneath the air
where once I shone
magnificent.
If I were a rodent
then in my passing
i would feed a fox or owl.
Were I an earthowrm
then a hedgehogs
repast would i be.
But i am a human
who makes plastic bags
for industry.
What use
has nature
for me
or my produce.
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Author:
dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: July 28th, 2022 00:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired on reading Fay Slimm's excellent poem 'Happenings' on 26th July
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Comments3
Powerful statement! Really good. Thanks.
I being a lover of words and indeed of satire and truth am mightily indebted to both you sir DA and the lovely FS .. NP ........................................... 🙂
Well written and thought out. It gives pause as to what our purpose is. Instead of being so arrogant maybe we should assume our proper place.
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