Sometimes one’s just overwhelmed by this reminder.
All Living Things Love Life II
Written many moons ago;
Writ by life-observer poets;
Scribbbled scrutinies and comments;
Detailed now on TV shows:
Perils menacing or imminent;
Calloused killings of the other,
That despite all men are brothers;
Pain or dread;
The many dead.
Frog, fly, ant
Stepped, crushed without stop or conscience –
Well, what can one say!
Living things that pant for breath
Robbed of air from man to plant.
Air, the global element,
Constituent shared by us all:
And still
We kill.
Implausible! Impossible! But actual
This second as thought formulates;
Loved beings each transported
To a valueless oblivion.
We watch offhandedly,
Or helpless, mourn.
All Living Things Love Life II 5.11.2021 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 