The Quandary of Dichotomy
What can I be, so colorful?
Who flies both day and night?
How can I be so colorful?
A predator in flight.
I have chosen so it seems,
to vie with God on high,
to decide with anonymity,
who will live or die.
Mindlessly, with disregard
for grace or soul or power;
Down I swoop without surcease;
all mankind to devour.
I had a choice but not a quest
to live or die or dream;
to work for higher consciousness
or continue with the scheme.
As I landed on man’s wrist
my tasseled talons grasp;
the henchman’s hood descended
as it past my eyes, he gasped.
Another day, another time,
perhaps, I’d chose the dream.
For the moment of this time
I’m locked within man’s scheme.
A play off Keith Bickerstaff’s “Higher Good”
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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