Our days are numbered by health, Heaven,
And disease-but still we approach time’s capricious
System with indifference. We rate ours hours
By the success of our desires and quantity
Of materiality which then measures
The quality of our greed.
The fish in the sea only fear for their food-
Surely survival is the most smothering desire;
The squirrels in the trees only attempt to care
For the goods they can carry then store in their treasure
Coves. Guarding their husked jewels from dragons
And dwarves alike, the miniature kleptomaniacs
Live like kings behind rotting bark inside a beggar’s nest.
Our thoughts and dreams are much too scattered
To imagine this animal Shangri-La, let alone achieve.
Only the space-sprinters moonwalking between
Venus and Earth waving and mouthing hello
Behind a globed fishbowl and the mariners,
Swimming like merpeople down below
The depths of King Triton’s ocean, can know
What it feels like to solely request and require
A rush of air against oxygen-deprived lips-
To only desire the assurance of survival.
Cards made of plastic but treated like platinum
Or gold cannot act as credit in place of Charon’s coin;
Not even a studded or gilded casket will delay
The decay of corpses made of flesh, meat, and bone;
The grave is the truest retirement home for men,
Women, and children-paupers and princes alike.
Calling it a tomb only gives the ground an added,
Egyptian flair-dead men don’t need doors or roofs-
But sometimes the living cannot admit the reality,
And memories build an immortal shrine.
*This is another imitation poem, this time imitating the poet Heather McHugh, for poetry class.
Bravo @SerenaLantha ............ Sharp imagery here with awesome comparisons that offer clarity of life and death....... The beginning offers such truth. No matter what we obtain in life an how big the home we live in is we all get buried in the same size box......... Personally I can't help myself though. I live by the 'He who has the most toys' motto........ Guilty! Capitalist to the nth degree............... The only time I feel no need for anything in life other than my own self is when I'm in, on or around the ocean.............
Thoughtful as always......... Clever and insightful as ever is your writing.
Write on @SerenaLantha
Egyptian flair dead men don't need doors or roofs, wow love some of the lines in this piece, great vision, you definitely have the knack of writing lines that transport you in mind to that place, great write
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