2010 Poetry Parade: Day 10
Kate Bernadette Benedict
This is what I deduce:
That selfishness is born of deprivation.
That harsh words are the fearful’s bungled prayers.
That the gluttonous are starved,
the greedy cheated,
the lecher too unloved to hazard love.
Beneath the cold rock, the slug takes cover,
spineless, lacking skeleton or shell.
Raise the rock:
it twirls its little feelers and shrugs itself,
innocent, tolerable, defenseless in the sudden light.
From Here from Away (Wordtech Communications, 2003)
© by Kate Bernadette Benedict.
Used with the author’s permission.