Prey

blood and scabs

dirt and flowers

tree into tinder

life into death

this becomes that

food from the earth

ripped from the roots

flesh from the dirt

it continues 

it repeats, into pieces

tree into tinder

ore into steel

steel into sword

life into death

all from the soil

to the soul

religiously

from the heart

we prey on this land

we share this with the other

it is our religion

for the animal god

we all prey

to stay blessed

we prey, religiously 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

This poem evokes a number of feelings. The developed and developing countries certainly do abuse the earth and we are so dependent without giving it much thought. For example plastics, pharmaceuticals, tires, etc, etc, so much of our daily lives depend on oil, not just for energy. And rare earths are essential to phones, computers, autos. I fear one day it will all come crashing down. It is not so much a religion as a disease. We all pray for different things. I pray to leave this place of destruction and not incarnate here again.

[Chris Shaw]

What a bloomin destructive world we live in. We even create to destroy. Maybe we are all prey for something or somebody. Happy days.

Chris