For NaPoWriMo
I tread the field
and crush the budding flower heads,
the scuttling beetle spiders underfoot.
I burn tree wood and smoke the air
and take the car to rifle supermarkets
of packaged goods from across the world.
I eat and have someone kill and chop
and eviscerate for my dainty palate,
and I spit and defecate the remains,
laugh in the wind at the birds that die
from want of grubs in my poisoned garden.
So far away the peasant who lies down
and dies beneath the last tree in the jungle.
And yet and yet,
I love my dog.
Will that be enough?
And who’s to judge?
Osiris cares little enough for spider beetles
and dead peasants,
and would marvel at missiles.
So all’s well in this balance
of death and death.
This poem has fury in its lines. Felt powerful!
Thank you! The prompt, to write about a villain who is perhaps not entirely a villain felt flippant to me. No villain is 100% evil, and all of us, even the ‘saintly’ have a good dose of self-interest, seems to me.
Wise words. Whole-heartedly agree. 😊
Thank you 🙂
Nature
Consumes
Nature
Yet
Loves
Tween
That as
Dog Loves Dog
And Human too
Keeping in
Mind for
Me at
Least
Dog is
Just God
in Reverse
Of Giving Love
For me that’s enough
For now Consuming
Nature
We
Give
We Share
Heaven
PArts
Eating Hell Alive..:)
No entire unholy black
No entire holy white
holy for one
a waste
a foolishness
a sin
a crime
for another
Dog god
doesn’t judge.
Naked Dog
Colors God
Sublime
Licking
Face..:)
I hope god feels truly flattered 🙂
Yes.. that
Was Dog’s
Face..:)
🙂
!
Somber.
We are.
You rise to the prompt and then some! Have to re read, it’s so packed with visuals
I’m glad you think so. Like many of this years prompts, this one was hard work!
I agree with Damien. Very powerful.
Thank you. I couldn’t see me writing about Hansel and Gretel somehow.
Your poem made me think of this: While talking today, one friend mentioned the uproar over the dog that died after the flight attendant insisted it had to go into the overhead bin. And of course, that is terrible, but so many still not outraged over guns and killing people. . .
No, ethics and morality is a moveable feast. Being outraged at one small tragedy doesn’t absolve you from ignoring the big ones.
Yes, exactly.
This actually scares me Jane.💜💜
People are scary.
Yes indeed they are!
🙂
It’s bad the poor dog had to be his weakness, because the dog can be used as a way to eliminate that rascal…. Got me thinking about it so much, wonderful poem!
I think most of us are guilty of wickedness of one kind or another. Nothing is black or white.
Incisive. (K)
Thanks. Apparently this prompt inspired a lot of Disney-derived poems…
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