Kelli White Poet Imagism

Of Fur and Bone

Of fur and bone and feathers blow
Along the road many travelers go
And who would think of food and life
Where others die and struggle with strife
The road laid out so far and wide 
Scattered bones and feathers and torn hide
Scraps of food thrown out litter
By passersby no regard and bitter
But creatures drawn by hunger seek
A scrap of food however small or meek
And in their savage hunger eyes don't see
The threats of death so close they be
The buzzards fly from high carnage lies low
A smear of blood a torn hide death by auto
Quick uncaring no regard for the lost soul
God Bless this world and make it whole
Of fur and bone and feathers blow
Along the road many travelers go
And who would think of food and life
Where others die and struggle with strife.

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Harry Horsman April 15, 2016 at 5:12 PM A caring mind that drives a wonderful pen, brilliant subject, you make your point very well. Kelli White April 15, 2016 at 5:35 PM Thank you Sir Harry. A sad cycle of life. Yet so essential.

Daniel Turner April 1, 2016 at 9:03 AM This is just an awesome write, Kelli. Really enjoyed the read. Peace my friend:) Kelli White April 1, 2016 at 9:12 AM Thank you Daniel. Peace be with you

Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck March 28, 2016 at 5:21 PM Now this sounds like a mad max movie, and a little too much like my own internal struggles with dark empathy. Kelli White March 28, 2016 at 5:48 PM Hahaha. Should have called it roadkill. But than I like the title.

Susan Palli March 28, 2016 at 10:25 AM Excellent poem. Well done. Kelli White March 28, 2016 at 10:28 AM Thank you very much Susan