The monkey tribe grieves
over the prone body of what is actually just
A robot baby
while across the globe in human cities
woman rage and tear
Euphemistic offspring from their own
Run, human child, to the relative kindness
of other mammal mothers
who would never, ever
do these terrible things
to even the semblance of
their own young.
We are the pinnacle of evil as far as the natural world is concerned.
True. And tragic…
Tragic indeed. Thanks for the poem.
I am a very small squeak of dissent in the world. Thanks for listening to that squeak.
It was a pleasure.
Have been reading your blog. Your poetry is raw enough I have to ask-are you ok? Your prose is stable and articulate and makes me think you are…ok…
😂 That is really funny. I suspected some people might feel how you do. I am okay, mostly. I use poetry to purge, to argue, to communicate and idea or transport the reader to an experience or feeling. So yes and no. It depends on the poem.
I find that is the beauty of poetry-safe place to lament!
I totally agree. Once I write something down I begin to feel a bit better, the more people respond to it or relate the better I feel also.