A Better World

Shut the shades. I hate the things I see
When I look out the window. Half the world
Lows like cattle, led to ruin by the other half,
Which howls and maims, as coyotes do,
And preens and smiles for the cameras,
Daring us to try to stop them. No one does.
That's not the sort of thing that bovines tend
To do, so shut the shades. I'll get a blanket.
We can reconstruct the planet here, before
These glowing coals, and we can send
The coyotes packing. We can curse
The bovine hordes, and hold each other
Through the night, illuminated by
The fire's light.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-26 at 01:45

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