Natural Selection

Gravely digging the grave digger digs holes for souls; waste pits plotted earth soils clogging Collections of bones for storage and mind Disposal in disguise Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are left in place of death; laying spent, shrivelled dishevelled, colours still abright I wasn't going to dig a hole so I left it where it lay; no-one will dig for its soul No grave digger digs such a small pit No respect, no clogging, no digging Instead the finches are left along with the Linnet, the Thrush, the Owl and the Crow; destined to be sucked back into nature's cauldron to go wherever birds go