(A) Material(ist's) Comfort

Sunrise. Another. Insignificant.
Known to be only the turn
Of a planet toward a nearby,
Average star. The crunch
Of boots, of one strange
Beast's ungainly mode of
Locomotion, through
Refrozen drifts of snow.
An egg, an ovum, cooked
To feed the beast, who's
Brought himself inside
A shelter made of bricks
And wood. The creature
Takes the egg, a cup of
Coffee, to a table and a
Chair, on which he sits.
He sees his mate, who says
"Good morning," sees her
Parted lips and teeth, and
Tells himself that where he
Is and when he is and what
He's doing clearly lack
Significance. Still, he feels
Some satisfaction as the
Stellar radiation starts to
Light the room.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-04 at 11:36

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