earth

winter settles in.
drunk unwelcome relative.
but the door is locked.

the northern ice wind.
running mares across the plains.
clouds from their noses.

today i’m grateful
for the lives not killed for taste.
gobble vegetables.

breakfast is a joy.
bountiful tasty harvest.
without blood rivers.

the light is left on.
big white globe in our sky.
have we lost our way?

bird on a wire
sits as still as a black mark
on our very souls.