Absolution
A poem
Contractions in the forebode womb,
scratching the surface of lemons for its zest,
it screams in attrition, pacified by its flesh,
piercing and breaking a familiar trajectory.
Honesty is brutal for the sycophant,
made to understand rather than belittle,
a pearl underneath the sea, black in nature,
found inept as an ornament for the finest jewel.
Orcas are swimming in the harbor,
singing whale songs under water,
gently circling the porpoise,
the catch of the day for the noisy tourist.
Where have the geese gone?
When concrete jungles replace fondness of the sky,
nothing is impossible for the market,
nothing is possible for the natural,
floating streams in a palisade river.
Somewhere, somehow, a turtle dove clashes with power lines,
paralysis follows, one only hopes for survival,
survival of the fittest is a hope of the past,
supra consciousness precedes the reptilian brain.
