Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Poem #19 of Year 59


Today’s word is neither duckling, nor swan, which would have been perfect for the anniversary of Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday. This bird, being an inhabitant mainly of the Continent of Africa in the 1800s, might have seemed exotic to the compassionate Danish storyteller.

Om mani padme hum. I
Send you peace, dear bird.
The routine, wealth-driven
Ripping out of your feathers
Indicates not whether, but just how
Cruel we anthropocentric
Humans can be.

I do understand the interplay among species of this world. I just wish we humans could be more mindful regarding all that sustains us. I wish we would look more closely at our needs as opposed to our wants. What is rushing us so much that we don’t take time to think?

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