Zoo Vision (Everywhere)
What you see
is not what you get—
a shallow fantasy,
created by a humble godhead.
I wonder—
what is it like,
for the dead?
This life,
a demon on horseback,
racing through space and time,
charging into all that is black.
Perhaps, one day,
they will turn in the shadows,
and smile—
stop to talk
for a while,
beneath the lazing sun.
It takes so long
to realise who you are—
and then,
you are gone.
Upon a pot of gold,
by a broken rainbow,
sit the old ones,
laughing at the world.
That might as well
be us—
but surely,
we can afford to be a little smug.
can’t we?
After all,
aren’t we supposed to be
something higher?
Some call it humanity—
the struggle to rise
above so-called animals,
the struggle to be free.
But look around,
at the blood-red world,
and ask yourself—
have we?
James Garratt
This poem is part of a printout and the original writing pad, sadly no longer exists.
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