Friday 11 April 2014

30 poems for April

April 11th

Golden shovel attempt 4 from Watermelons by Charles Simic

Wastelands of the world

Hidden wildlife in rainforests deep green
like a multitude of temple buddhas
scanning the land, unseen by most on
daily grind of food to hungry mouth.The
mountains of rotting and decaying fruit
laid to waste in stinking tips. Children stand

and forage for a few ripe morsels. We
who have plenty, see nothing and eat
without thought, without remorse for all the
food carelessly discarded as we smile

Pause for a while, to see the unseen and
do not be the one to let a glob of spit
despoil the pavements of the world . For out
of the mouths of us all can come the
tiger, power to change in claw and teeth

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