Like All Good Creatures
Like all good creatures
I kept hidden.
I noticed the flashes through the leaves
As response to my own mating stench;
My love for seeds in a garden.
My mother was the symbol of evaporating kindness.
Her fear was the same as mine,
That we would lose our love for fellow animals and it
Would limp out of our lives as she limped out of mine
From a lion. It was a blur, a red blur...
Oh, crescent moon! May my self-tombing in the belly of your tree
Not resound through your ear as lack of empathy.
My dream for this landscape is a world filled with water.
That we should be forced to help each other,
A paddler with a paddler, in the symphonic lap-lap of water's harmony.
Quack-quack. Lap-lap. Quack-quack.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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