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I'd Rather be Stuffed

by Kyle Anne Kish

I sit on a stump
in the middle
of a graveyard of trees.

Tears are falling
like drywall dust
into the hollow of my neck.

Silver moon memorabilia
is tossed like salad
within my mind.
How high
will the condominiums
rise like platinum
against the serene sky?

How can we wear
our fault lines with pride
when man’s lightning
can strike anywhere, anytime?
Permanence is surely
an irrelevant term,
like an unwoven
dream catcher
dangling in the wind.

Is it possible for dreams
to come true as long
as man is at the top
of the food chain?

We can’t conserve land
and the conservation
of one another is way
out of hand.

Take down this,
burn that, try to feed
the hungry as the fat
get fatter.

We are becoming wallets
and bellies. I’m so stuffed
with teddy bear ticking,
I fail to check if my
own heart’s ticking
to a steady beat.

I sit on a stump
in the middle
of a graveyard of trees
and see a tiny, green sprig.

Is it possible for dreams
to come true as long
as man is at the top
of the food chain?

07/14/2007

Posted on 07/14/2007
Copyright © 2021 Kyle Anne Kish

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/14/07 at 10:54 PM

"How can we wear our fault lines with pride when mans lightning can strike anywhere, anytime?" These lines are just terrific, as are "we are becoming wallets and bellies." I feel your frustration and I am afraid to answer your ending question.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/15/07 at 03:59 AM


Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/15/07 at 07:30 PM

As usual, you kick my ass on imagery alone. Brilliant work and a pleasure to read.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/15/07 at 10:16 PM

Kyle Anne - incredible! This issue is a huge one in LA and I guess all over. People complain about wildlife in their backyard, about the increased traffic and noise, but DUH! with all the construction of huge apartment complexes and transit villages and luxury, luxury, luxury buildings everywhere...it's no wonder. You've touched on an issue annoys me no end, especially since people still live on the streets and are shoved around like they don't have feelings and wildlife have ever-shrinking habitats.
~Chelle~

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/17/07 at 06:21 PM

As much fun to read as I'm sure it was to write. Tangy ecological piece that made me feel guilty for how good I have it, surrounded by material wealth, plenty to eat...and wanting more! I especially like this stanza: Take down this, burn that, try to feed the hungry as the fat get fatter.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/25/07 at 12:43 AM

It seems a fact of life everywhere. (I am not sure buying an island in the Carribean would keep one safe from development.) You express it most refreshingly with feeling!

Posted by Mara Meade on 11/10/07 at 10:28 PM

Ever heard "Where Do The Children Play?" by Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam? This observation is an "amen" to itself and in tandem with that song. I so appreciate the thoughts and observation.

Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/30/10 at 02:06 PM

This is terrific - I love the image of the dangling unwoven dream catcher, among other images. Congrats on POTD - well-deserved.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/30/10 at 04:33 PM

"We are becoming wallets
and bellies." it's sad how true this line rings with me. amazing write! congrats on POTD!

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/01/10 at 01:52 AM

to parody the disney version of Pocahontas "How high will the condominiums grow - if you blow them up you will never know"

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