A Bluebird Passing
If the world were to kill me
please mourn
I was conjured with all good intention
by a loving earth
but the world is full of murderous things
in the sun and the sea
and my sanitized plate may be poisoned
by a surviving microbe
or residual pesticide
the world might jerk
and grind me in its jaw
or some ‘fluenza, from far away
may drop in my lap
and give me sepsis
while I pause to appreciate the beauty
of a bluebird passing
against the sky.
Copyright © Roseann Geiger | Year Posted 2017
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