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“Food Chain”

April 18, 2018
My beautiful picture

To the East at morning

OLN  (Open Link Night) at dversepoets.com is always an interesting read of poetry.  No prompts, the poets pick what they will post there. That’s Thursday, after 3pm.

 

FOOD CHAIN

Are we really
At the top of the food chain
Or is this the conceit
Of humanity
Hit over the head with theology
And the further conceit
That Mankind has
Dominion- Over- the- Earth?

I see a bit of a food chain,
But it blurs when reality comes close.

Yesterday, the Coroner dragged a body bag
Out of the woods and over the rocks.
A homeless man died in those woods
The fox and worms and unknown things
Had at him.

He was light as a feather,
Inconsequential, probably never more
In the eyes of most while he breathed.

He must have been.
It took only one man to drag
Him like so much garbage
To the van in the street,
Bumping him over the pavement,

knocking his bones against the curb.

So….the food chain
Gets blurred, confused
In the light of actual life.
And those who say that we are the wisest
The most intelligent–
Still allow their species to die in the cold,
To rot yards from their warm houses
To be fed upon by wildlife
Who are waiting for our stupidity
To reveal the real food chain that exists
Under our noses.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2018

 

 

 

“Food Chain”

January 13, 2017
My beautiful picture

To the East

 

Poets are just chattel to the Poetry God. Many of us know no dimensions, no parameters, no walls, but keep writing until the cows come home.  One reason, probably the most common, is we figure out our issues, and the world’s issues by penning our verse. It’s hit and miss but we think we become, in doing so, a viable part of our world. Even though the world doesn’t read much poetry. 

We could be out carjacking, or indulging in murder, but instead we stare  into space and think. I thought I was over poetry. I didn’t count on Winter.  That bare palette outside the window started to pull  and before I knew, there was a stream of poetry forming and spilling over, not in neat piles, but chasing each other around the room, complicating my life all over again.  Poets know what I mean.  We are a tribe unto ourselves,   who hunt and plant with words, who harvest in paragraphs, grain precious to us and ignored except to the starving amongst us.

Lady Nyo  

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FOOD CHAIN

 

Are we really

At the top of the food chain

Or is this the conceit

Of humanity

Hit over the head with the Bible

And the further conceit

That Mankind-Has-

Dominion= Over= the= Earth?

 

I see a bit of a food chain,

It blurs when reality comes close.

 

Yesterday, the Coroner dragged a body bag

Out of the woods and over the rocks.

A homeless man died in those woods

The fox and worms and who knows what else

Had at him, so he was light as a feather,

Inconsequential, probably never more

In the eyes of most while he breathed.

 

He must have been,

this lightness of being.

It took only one man to drag

Him like so much garbage

To the van in the street,

Bumping him over the pavement.

(I’ve seen dead dogs treated with

More respect.)

 

So….the food chain

Gets blurred, confused

In the light of actual life.

And those who say  we are the wisest

The most intelligent–

Still allow their species to die in the cold,

To rot yards from their warm houses

To be fed upon by wildlife

That is waiting for our stupid mistakes

To reveal the real food chain existing

Under our noses.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

“Food Chain”…..

February 9, 2014

hardscrabble hearts

This poem will upset people and it should.  What happened has traumatized my neighbors, who witnessed this.  I am glad I have such neighbors who have gone through war and other horrors of life and can still be so moved.  A slice of life in the urban centers of our nation.

Lady Nyo

FOOD CHAIN

 

Are we really

At the top of the food chain

Or is this the conceit

Of humanity

Hit over the head with the Bible

And the further conceit

That Mankind has

Dominion Over the Earth?

I see a bit of a food chain,

But it blurs when reality comes close.

Yesterday,

The Coroner dragged a body bag

Out of the woods and over the rocks.

A homeless man died in those woods

The fox and worms and who knows  what else

 Had at him, so he was light as a feather,

Inconsequential, probably never more

In the eyes of most while he breathed.

He must have been.

It took only one man to drag

Him like so much garbage

To the van in the street,

Bumping him over the pavement.

(I’ve seen dead dogs treated with

More respect.)

So….the food chain

Gets blurred, confused

In the light of actual life.

And those who say  we are the wisest

The most intelligent,

The most  evolved…

Still allow their species to die in the cold,

To rot yards from  warm houses

To be fed upon by wildlife

Who are waiting for our stupid mistakes

To reveal the real food chain existing

Right under our noses.

 Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2014


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