Last year I read one serious poem, and one funny poem. The funny poem got so much good feedback, that I wanted to do something fun again, but it turned out to be mostly serious. Oh well, there's always next year. It was fun to read, though, and I really liked it, even if I was the only one. Here it is:
Saw a crowLunching inside a ribcage
At the side of the road the other day.
Felt like I caught Nature in the act
Of poking a corpse with a stick.
Nature’s such a kid sometimes,Playing with dead stuff.
A time when we forgive
The earth for being
Cold towards us and all we love.
Everything sporting its new flesh;
Showing off its abs.
Who couldn’t get caught up in it?Plants, animals and people in good health
Bodies are painstakingly engineered with a short shelf-life.
I can hear Nature cajoling her children,“Oh my, what a beauty you are.
Oh if last year’s flowers could see you now.”
Ah, yeah well, I try.
“Only, I still think I can do better…”
Bleaching their skulls clean,
To try ‘something new’.
Cashing in her prize-winners,
Tucks them quietly in the sod,
Sometimes not so quietly,
Wrestling them to bed.
So extravagant a remodeling.
In this way, generations pass.
And for what?
For what you could be
But can’t see.
For your love to be free from greed
Of what doesn’t live or bleed.
For a new seed
Of a dead dream.
“Can a man be born when he is old?”
Don’t you know, silly?
Your roots are deep.
They penetrate to the very heart of all that is.
They are the arteries of the Cosmos.
You are the hairs on God’s arm, son!
You, the eyelashes, daughter!
Your brains rot,
But your mind is safe.
“X.” Click. [closed eyes]
Now go ahead.
Don’t waste your time,
Whimpering your anthem.
What are you thinking???
Belt it out!
Burst your lungs with that one wild song!!!
Make the Universe
Turn its head,
To watch you,
And ask you to sing your song
One more time.
Oh, I promise you,
You won’t be soon forgotten,
Or without some new face,
When next Spring rolls around.