A Human Nature Walk


And then the roar of the airplane ate
the birds, the cars rampaged as madmen do,
and I remembered that
the sunlight was borne
of a clock turned backward
on a human whim.
I saw a man in a white
apron and hat, his
back stuck to a stoic stone wall,
inhaling smoke,
his
break,
I suppose.
I shivered for his lungs,
and for the birds,
whose voices,
previously ingested by machinery,
kept trying to
sing.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem