A Cold Bed of Angry Stones (2)
Poem #2 #MondaysAreForPoems
I think you will agree
that some of these abhorrent things
won't stay behind
won't bend
won’t soften in warm nights
with lovely flower scents
with words of love and happiness
if feardom reigns
living limbs will march ahead
in numbers
through tunnels
teeth and size
white and red
stomping on the lilies
unhearing, erasing
wrestling the occasional boar
these abhorrent things are men
or rather, mankind
too stiff to thrive
in windy weather
too small
too scared to change
to listen
to bend