Lifeless Si

   Lifeless Singer Part One
“Is this what they nowadays regard as talent?”

titled “Trump, ICE, and the Burning Planet

A lonesome figure pines while traipsing down the meadow,
dewdrop tear wet sprinkles mock her faint shadow,
burning red sky mere  ornate early day shriveled lull,
feeble whisper from mint gust for this maiden that blind pull,
or bright hue’d  usher to some wild stream meander,
where rainbow trout a wily catch might calm one taut bystander

for all creatures great and small
wise and wonderful

which harmless trailing appellations
courtesy anointed survival of the fittest

places Homo sapiens,
sapiens on the highest rung of a pedestal,
where said arrogant species and genus
supposedly self decreed supremacy
self serving as thee bonafide

electric kool and the gang
deoxyribonucleic acid aid test,

and figurative benchmark
against which other animals

Pressed for time
after taking some shut eye
that would rival Rip Van Winkle
I self plagiarize a poem of mine
written back when yours truly
a foolish young guy.

 

Written/updated since last yesteryear
during global coronavirus pandemic

unlike any other metonym,
when out of this world

outlandish accouterments

people did wear
hermetically sealed

Halo, she of the deft Sun gleam and beam nails flicked furiously thru the menagerie of stamps at her hub, that gracefully enunciated  work station.

Environmental sumptuous sym

The post office door closed in a boisterous squeak as the employees departed sullen and sulky,  on the day of the fatalistic closure with no reverse rescue volte face on even the dimmest horizon likely.