Poeticism Part Deux

October 25, 2006, 10:37 pm
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One Hedge Hog Philosophicates On the Sublime

Lofty above the groundhogs

I live in this nest

Not burrowed by rodents,

And contemplate.

Like the eagles, my life

Is ordered by grace.

(Though their screeching mocks Reason,

And sends Her away fleeing.)

And as for those humans

Who claim to seek the Good—

Uprightness of posture does not equate

With righteousness of Soul.

My spines shimmer,

Glimmeringly they quiver,

I am super-vertebrate but

I have learned this—

Every spine must bend to meditate.

Another car top carrier dies in childbirth

The old mother is stretched,

Warped, buckling, arthritic—

These are the last contractions.

Struggling breaks stirrups

And she topples off to hug highway,

Her swollen belly now bursting, now

Birthing four lanes of bouncing beautiful baby.

The Taser's Edge