As we bury these books full of hatred
We notice that nobody mourns
And we wonder, though roses were planted,
Might it only grow briars and thorns?
But no–we’ll see beautiful blossoms
And the reason (it seem so, to me)
Is, the carbon long bound to this folly
Is delighted, at last, to be free
And the earth could be covered with flowers
And the world could be given a chance
If we hammer our swords into plowshares
And recycle our myths into plants
Cuttlecap tip to PZ, of course.
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Coelecanth
September 27, 2010 at 10:07 am (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Oh hell yes! This is beautiful and those last four lines are, and this is a word I don't use lightly: perfect.Thank you so much.
Anonymous
September 27, 2010 at 5:03 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Nice, i like it.
Michael Mock
September 27, 2010 at 5:55 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Indeed, nicely done.
Clare
September 28, 2010 at 5:05 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Ditto coelecanth – last four lines are superb!