MagPie.

The magpie flies over the motorway
Just missing the cars, the vans the trucks,
All of the monsters' breathings,
Everything they are that f*cks
The surrounding
Greenery,
And turning, churning it
Into obscenery.

She flies above
But the waft
Of dark air form the immovable movers
Pushes her upwards, awaywards on the thurmoil draft.

She flies on and finds a beyond
Beyond the fume
That makes
Nature fume
And, after taking breath,
Settles
On her eggs
Among the safety of the nettles.

She feeds her young
On motored-down
Flattened
Red and brown
Gifts from the stinking gods
Of the tarmac river:
The dual-carrionway
Taker and giver.

Today, she
Dodges, and gains from the thunder steel:
Tomorrow, she
Becomes another's meal.

10:59, Tue. 11/03/2008.




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2008-05-27 at 14:07

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Peter Humphreys
Written in anger and with great skill. Thanks, Mark. Surely it is not too late to stop our mad consumption of this world? Peter
2008-06-28



A very good text!
I especially like your way of playing with sounds and rhymes and creating new expressions.
2008-05-28


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
A stark picture you show here Mark - Mans need for speed and the nature that lives side by side.

Elle x
2008-05-27


Kathy Lockhart
a different meaning here, without the Disney spin, to the circle of life. one day you are eating the next day you are eaten.
2008-05-27