1/19/2018 0 Comments Poetry by Hamish Todd SomeDriftwood CC
DISREGARD I long For the time When I wrote About human things About love and betrayal Exploring color and feelings And emotions But I can only Think of the plastic That has been found In every part of the ocean At every depth The micro threads from Modern clothing And remnants Of plastic bags And toys and pens and sippy cups Threatening even The plankton Who feed everybody else Whales are starving to death Blues and Greys and Orca It’s only a matter of time Before we’re all choking On our own recklessness And total disregard for anything else Save our own wretched species Strange Salvation Is that proof, what kind of proof? I am the proof I am the evidence This was all a long, long time ago I was cast out By thick skulled men In blood red robes I was bound and beaten And made to catch their vile urine In my mouth Lest they beat me to death And ravage my corpse I have seen Jesus I have! He came to me in my sleep And He begged me to give up drinking He stroked my hair It’s alright, he said. It’s alright The wind blew and his olive skin smelled of rosemary and the sea And I tried to speak but he bade me to shhhhhh, “Be still.’ In the morning I woke refreshed School girl blue in a Catholic dress Knowing I’d had God in my mouth I’d had God in my mouth I’d had God in my mouth, like bread Bio: Hamish Todd lives and works in Port Orchard, Washington
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