Terveen Gill of Masticadoresindia writes…. this poem brings to light the order of existence, the rules of supremacy. The qualities and characteristics of a living being sets their place in the pattern of life. Do intellect and emotions make humans superior to other species? Is it the strong against the weak, the voluble against the mute? Let’s not forget that humans are beasts that change their natures according to convenience. Beware!
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And their vacant eyes;
to me dull, relative
brother-like, unto my blood.
Lesser and labelled more the beast
for being servant,
yet I fear
I fit my moulding them
too perfectly.
To moo
and peer moronically alive
cross thicket hedge, un-decides
the place of puppet and the master,
their voices turn
the thicket’s harsh of prickles
and point their spears to Man.
I cannot divide the poet
from the brain
let reason coldly justify,
will not take the pound of flesh;
less my Alice
lose the Elohim of Seeing.
Galactically
my one-eyed prism of awareness
in their field
sees acceptance as
instrument of Right Order
in the temporal world.
It takes the fence of our divide
and blends the prickles too
the slavered green of changing grass
and into focus
brings us less our lying tongue
to the point of light.
Mine Quick Voice of Aquarius 