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death is a tough life
by Charlie Morgandusk, a spring-board sprouts dark sparrow wings,
a painter's wrist slings the pink-tiger-eyed sky
behind the western hills overlooking lean coyotes
as they saunter in fear and hunger and devotion.
a west Texas evening settles in for an April night
asking all prairie dogs to hold the flit and chatter;
while the links in the food chain rattle like Scrooge,
a throb from the Earth's heart belches smokey gases.
all in preparation for a possible tomorrow, awaiting
the tendrils of change in each mite of magma spewed,
each rhino horn purveyed, aphrodisiac for man's avarice
exposing like rib bones the frailties of our universe. 12/28/2007 Posted on 12/29/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/29/07 at 02:34 AM A tough life and a great poem to preserve the natural history of it. A rich piece in imagery and message indeed Chaz! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/29/07 at 03:58 PM A brilliant first stanza with a sunset's paint being flung (oh, I guess it is "slung")as night steps in. The "links in the food chain rattle like Scrooge" - a creepy forboding line.. The lines about "man's avarice" take this away from the normal hunger give and take, which I suppose is one of our signature weaknesses. A fine poem. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/30/07 at 06:42 AM Frailties indeed... strong words here.I like this very much! Am adding to my favs! MFS |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/30/07 at 11:35 PM Chaz, the imagery and themes in this poem go right to my heart. I can see and experience them deep inside me. I'm adding this wonderful piece of sensitivity to my faves.
~Chelle~ |
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