I have been in a pretty bleak place for some time now, and I haven’t been putting poems up on the blog, partly because I was tired of the sound of my own voice, and thought everyone else might be too, and partly because what I was writing was so dark. But.. here are a few of them..
You see it every time you switch on the box.
A whole species;
Evolution’s jewel in the crown,
Vast herds, wheeling and dodging this way and that
Compass lost,trying to force a way to freedom as their habitat
into a noose.
Scrabbling, fighting, hoarding what little sustenance there is..
The strongest members of the tribe trampling the old, the young, the sick.
No longer saving anyone but themselves.
The Great Extinction.
What will he think,
The last Homo Sapiens,
As he gazes out over the healing flood?