let a crow
pick the passion
right out of my eyes
and let a dove
watch from the low limb
or a power line
let a crow
caw my poems to you
from the window of your room
he’ll sing sweeter than i ever do
let a snake
show you the way
and get lost
with me today.
let me love you
when i can’t love myself.
let me love you
so we can sit alone.
the squirrels stashed my bones,
a nest was made of my hair,
the crow that picked at my eyes,
was just curious what was there,
let the rats run the railroad,
elect pigs as politicians,
let the crabs clean the hospital,
put some parrots in power positions,
let the bulls curate history museums ,
and endorse all the weasels with open hands,
let the cats run risk assessments,
and.. well i trust my dogs behavior.
emancipate all the animals in cages,
what did they ever do to get there?
let the bears build our igloos,
invite them inside,
let everyone who ever hurt you always tell you lies.
let the humans hurt each other
savage and starving
those of them that stop the fighting
will be shunned for no one can stop self harming.
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I read it twice as I was unprepared for that last line and thought reading again would get me ready to absorb. It didn’t bit I liked the piece more the second read and now I’m unsure who to introduce it to, some fir my own fun and some cuz they will be glad. Add all this up and it defines why I read poetic verse. Thank you.
"I said in my heart concerning the estate of sons of men, that God might manifest them, and they might see that they themselves beasts."
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