Challenging Poetry
 | Devolution by Magda Palmer Cordingley Fish, beast and bird of our shrinking world, your tribal bonds and shared domains unwittingly kindle man's jealousy. Who, rather than learn from your morality, hunt, breed, experiment on and murder you. Then, hoping to capture your strength and spirit, devour your flesh and wear your skin. Then they, whose bodies girdle pits of rotting corpses, raise their voices to glory an invisible god they socially modify then emulate. Footloose creature in your natal land, domestic beast evolved from their fertility, apparently man, in his quest for supremacy, must terminate your unbiased, soft breath time sweetened with scented grasses. It seems you, who gently nurture your own kind must dance eternally in patterns of shadow cast in sunlight, because your democratic balance incites the egocentric brain of a corrupt being who exterminates to self-elevate. |
some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you.
Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made.
And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you posses. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither.
Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will
have peace.”
- Kent Nerburn - American Author, Sculptor, Theologian and Educator. b.1946