Media Slime
A bug trapped in amber.
Fossil flowers in a stone.
Sabre tooth caught in tar.
Iceman asleep in a glacier.
Nature doesn't care!
Nature makes no judgements,
cares not who you are,
drops you in your tracks!
If by some diabolical magic
life could be restored at
the moment it stopped,
each being would find its
new destiny in many ways.
Bug will take its next step.
Flowers complete their cycle.
Sabre tooth would stalk and
Iceman could complete his journey.
How different the creatures trapped
in media slime?
We define, limit, and pin
them in a book without room
to wiggle.
Our judgements fix their lives
far better than amber.
Can I meet a Jew without thinking Holocaust?
Can I work with a black person without thinking slavery?
Can he work with me without thinking knavery?
All those defined as the "other"
are iced and framed relentlessly
by memes, visual and aural bites.
What a world it could be if our next step
was taken with a complete tabula rosa.
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