Red

The painting is Franz Marc’s The fate of the animals.

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Among the trees a flash of russet red,

The gentle sound of sleepy bird-chirrup,

And insect voices throbbing in the heat.

 

Can I take this earth into my hands,

These roots and rivers take and twist, and light

Among the trees a flash of russet red?

 

Land can be stripped and bridled like a beast,

Branded deep; its roar of suffering drowns

The gentle sound of sleepy bird-chirrup.

 

Among the trees, red greed devours the heart,

The only sounds the shriek of flames, last cries,

And insect voices throbbing in the heat.

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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.

11 thoughts on “Red”

    1. I can’t see it, beyond a global popular uprising to shame our leaders into tackling the huge problems. But there won’t be. Most people are too attached to their bumper packs of barbecue meat and their garden furniture from tropical hardwood, and cheap phones, clothes, you name it.

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