One day, perhaps

This is for today’s Days of Unreason prompt.

I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow

by I don’t know what

—Jim Harrison


One day, perhaps, I will see these heavy, red-faced men,

their bellies eased into the comfort of big safe cars,

the men with hard eyes and hands

that fit around the dull weight of a gun,

touch the wounded feathers, the blood-flecked fur,

listen to the cries of orphans

and recognise the beauty they have crushed.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

24 thoughts on “One day, perhaps”

    1. As long as these brutes have votes, politicians will kow tow to them. Unless the voice of outrage is sufficiently loud to upset them more. I’m shouting, anyway.

    1. I don’t know. It seems that nature in all its forms will only ever be protected if somebody can make capital out of it. It’s usually much more profitable to build on it, shoot it or mow it away.

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