To insects, animals and birds;
Its stake without our tools of words.
Create fresh lands like hives of honey;
And value them in human money.
Without considering others’ use;
Eat crops or homes, we grunt ‘Abuse’.
To chase the competition off;
Or wave knife or Kalashnikov.
For good resources to control;
Each other in true Darwin role.
I’m always glad when I find I’m writing something with a new structure, and not yet another sonnet. I love the sonnet form more than any other, but it’s nice to try out something more idiosyncratic occasionally.
This poem was first published in Bewildering Stories #794. Thanks, Don Webb and John Stocks!