Flora Fauna Fire - Poem by GEN Nelson
Inside of that hare in the bushes her priorities grow
Can you hear the lonely pack? Their broken family?
The bear is fishing with it's own hooks
I think you disturbed the sleeping jay
Are those willows across the riverbank?
Dangling fingertips licking the water
Moss is blanketing the boulders
But the rain is splitting their bodies
Careful, you'll regret touching the foxglove
Though its violet eyes are still seductive
Does the elk prefer the quality or quantity?
Can the same be said for the deer?
I've never seen the huckleberry in fruit form
Only the boy envisioned on yellow paper
You can learn a lot from books and guides and maps
But the knowledge you need can only be found in the company of solitude
The Mother hunts, but always births in return
The Father takes, but is always predictable
You saw Pan weeping on his stump
His onyx eyes saw through your soul
Your fleshy feet raced faster than the god's hooves
Once the baby is disturbed by other-scent
He is guilty by association
Am I alone in the wonder of anarchist peace?
The oaks and maples and evergreens whisper authority
I find humor in the lesser beasts' equality
Can we not find compromise?
Can we not fight the burning of greed with the fire of truth?
Lesser beasts are superior souls
They have found equilibrium in silence
The cry of guns cannot be a trumpeting for salvation
Ask the grizzly how it trusts strangers in his slumber
Ask why we cannot turn a blind eye to our friends
Ask the obvious and mundane and we might understand
If we are lucky the woods will share secrets
If we are wise we will listen
The quiet revelations have no language or uncertainty
"It is what it is, " the wind breathes
Now listen to the sighing of the greenery
The cicadas hissing in approval
Chickadees rejoice with their favorite song
Was that a boar guffawing just now?
You can hear the trout clapping their fins
There are no words to build walls around their dreams
Emotion carries their hopes downwind so that they will find the lost
Metal-clad hunters cannot dismiss the plea in the bright eyes of the stag
The creature's fate is written on the bullet
Nectar falls from the sky when it is time
The sweet milk kisses the earth and the earth responds
Watch the world swell in thanks
Face the liquid fire and accept its blessing
As it seeps into your flesh, you are changed forever
Spread your wings when the elixir has removed all doubt
Spirit at rest, you translate that it is not right
But it is ok
He will receive atonement for his pointless war
An alien monster penetrates your bosom
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