Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Musings at Work #3

Another dead mouse
This one totally obliterated
Under the ubiquitous wheels of the forklift

It looks like an offering
A small icy blood puddle with a tail
Sacrificed to the gods of industrialization

I almost stepped on it
I was hoping that his family had left
That life held more promises than a course meal of seeds

4 comments:

  1. eNJOYED YOUR BLOG...
    blESSINGS FROM ACROSS THE POND
    SUNNY

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  2. Thanks very much! Blessings right back to you.

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  3. i like this one.
    if it were me, i'd have left off the last stanza
    the first two hold their own, and the last kind of
    throws off the flow. but perhaps that is your intent ;-)

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  4. Superhero: Thanks for the input, and you are right. I did struggle with that last stanza. It wasn't my intention to interrupt the flow, but I have this weird thing with resisting two stanzas. Probably something I should just get over. :-)
    P.S. If you liked the way the poem looked, you should check out John Witte's poetry. He's an Oregon poet (yes, shamelessly plugging my state), and all of his poems look like that. He was the inspiration.

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