Emu Poetry

by Linda Fuller

My sternum has no keel
It’s why I cannot fly
Besides, my wings (vestigial)
Would keep me from the sky.

You farm me for my meat
My leather and my oil
Dromaius brothers gone extinct
My habitat you spoil.

A tear slides down my pale blue neck
I pant to keep my cool
Nobody sees my bleeding heart
To you I’m just a tool.

This loneliness I feel
My pain is like a thorn
My wretched psyche wishes that
I never had been born.


Author's Note: with apologies to emos & emus alike...

Posted on 06/06/2010
Copyright © 2022 Linda Fuller

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Carol Grant on 05/22/11 at 07:37 PM

poor emus...this one kept me smilin now and again...ty for sharing

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/09/20 at 02:35 AM

Great poem Linda, centering on yet another animal exploited by man. Congrats on POTD!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/09/20 at 04:57 AM

Sad yet beautiful. Thanks, Linda! Congrats on POTD!

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