Oh wonderful life
Where people shoot foxes from their dining tables
For fun, whilst devouring a dismembered carcass
TV dinners for the county set
Where pike pull young swans under the slick surface
and slip them down their slimy gullets
their eyes bulging as the liquid claims their lungs
Where girls shudder in the memory of their fathers
fumbled attentions in the darkness
his memory haunts her like shattered polaroids
Where humans are hung up like butchered carcasses
for fun, or lessons, or God
or no reason at all
Where herons spike the guts from perch
and flick their scales cascading through the light
before extinguishing their fire in their throats
Where we line up experiences like dominoes
and try to make sense of them all
and fail, as we always will
But we will always return to the raindrop
clinging to the furled leaf
trembling in the morning light
Sense the tears replying to the nameless joy
and will try one more time
to solve this shattered puzzle
Anthony Dalby
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wonderful-life-not-a-love-poem/
