Poverty of Life

The heavy shroud of poverty

Mists the early morning

Birdsong breaks forth regardless

They will find worm or maggot

In a meadow

an uncomprehending parting

Between two friends before one lies down

Unable to withstand the entrapment of death

Tears anger frustration

At the waste of potential

Elsewhere pride rears up

Presuming to dictate

To disenfranchise

Uncomprehending of its own denigration

In its attempt to rule

To control

To win at any cost

Soon the sun will burn off the mist

The trees and fields will emerge

And offer their acquiescence

To a world that barely notices

In its desire for more

Or possibly


to live

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