Chicken Gullet Destiny
CHICKEN GULLET DESTINY
(or "The Trouble With Radishes")
The memory of things that will be
usually fades into the haunting melody
of a life reduced to picking the easy fruit
of future history.
Never more the blue-sky dreams,
Living low, deep in the dirt,
careful to not look up and see
what may become of me.
Extoll the virtues of the radish!
In harmony with nature he is, returning all he takes,
bissfully blank, nary a care
for whom his creator may be …
… or his chicken gullet destiny.
Perhaps I'm not fit to be master of this contented menagerie,
cursed as I am with words and tools and this fine pair of shoes.
However, crawling and squawking don't come naturally
despite the earnest promises of the well-wishers of humanity.
Gears and pulleys to and fro, yet radishes have their static charm.
But motion's the thing!
Not the clinging memories of planets yet to be
and the eventual end of me.
Copyright © Dick Tugwell | Year Posted 2022
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