Elena Sandu

The Eater - Poem by Elena Sandu

The break of time,
at dawn,
a baby boy cries
under a tree of pine.
no other breath of man.
He cried long nights
loud, very loud.
Let's guess:
all the wilderness
could have no rest?!
They tried hard not to mind
the round eyes
noisy brat,
during the day time
loud, loud cries
also were no less,
as noisy as the nights..
when the 6-th evening came
they all felt tired
and very sad,
depressed, their entire world
badly needed back
a silent time to rest
their minds bodies and the souls,
..lost.. for silence quest...
So they invoked
a public assembly
to discuss of how
to deal with 'it'.
Some were afraid
he would disturb whole
peace of the entire Earth.
One person said:
-Let him cry to death
another, answered straight:
-But what if it takes
much longer time?
-Aahh! ! Already want to kill myself
please have mercy of my soul
stop that ugly voice!
The huge Black Bear mumbled...
A Flower's bud:
-But I do like his voice
I don't want him to die
to me his voice like music sounds...
A Worm:
-Mmm such a yummy smell
to me it rings
some bells, hear, my stomac sings
-Stop it! To you
anything feels like food, isn't it!
What wouldn't you try to gulp on?
asked an old Fox.
The worm answered in a breath, quite fast:
-Guns! Bombs! Nuclear staff plastics
robots games and many more
answered the Worm...
-All right then, peacefully
said the Tree of Pine
I heard you all yet only
one solution I could find
-Let's make this child be
one of us, teach him
to hunt those down,
on them to feed.
Of hunger he shall never
cry again and then
good, peaceful, healthy
happy quiet times,
each one of us may have.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Humans disturb the balance and natural peace of our world. If we won't treat the Nature with love and respect as one of us, awful dissaster meant to come, as we all feel it stronger now, more than ever, our world will die fast.

Comments about The Eater by Elena Sandu

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/26/2016 6:59:00 AM)

    Round eyes of life! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Valsa George (8/24/2012 11:54:00 PM)

    The reactions of the so called refined men are in no way different from the reactions of these wild creatures! Sadly, each one is bothered about his own comforts and is never bothered about the others' sorry plight! An indirect message to be a little more compassionate! ! A good job, Elena! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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