Horde

Nobody knows
how to garner –
we do not leave
one of the clutch
to encourage more
for sure provision

Take everything
is what we teach
of gathering ways –
we will decimate
as if our suck on
that last pulled bone

of a flightless bird
was an easy meal
Our blinkered rapacity
rolls through to sit
as stinking stools
for our kids to shift

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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