the vulture
This entry was posted on 6/11/2007 1:55 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
While traveling my million miles on corporate business adding countless tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, I wrote this poem on a primitive blackberry and then sent it to myself. No, I'm not proud of what I contributed in the name of capitalism, but it's a major reason why I now walk a lighter path on the Earth. Today I refound the poem...
Peace
White Feather
the vulture
2000
the vulture caught the wind
cutting though the air
looking
searching
although only the size of a pea
its brain thought only of survival
not really focused on the vector
transcribed by the bird
in multi-dimensional reality
food
eat
mate
live
desert below
but nothing moving
no sign of food
no vegetation
hungry
alone
sick
its brain too small
to realize it was dying
not a single question
to confuse its mind
eat
nothing
parched earth below
tan
crisscrossed with black
dead
the vulture swooped on a down current
dying like everything below
too stupid
to realize
that death came grace of
an even more stupid human
a leader
too stuck in power
too stuck in greed
his brain too small to realize
too stuck in competition
with other leaders
who led
who were followed
by others
just like him
who were followed
by a streams of filth
leading proudly
to the end
too stupid to realize
that in a competition
with nature
only nature can win
even if only pyrrhic
the vulture
the victim
the earth
empty
quiet
peace
nothing
