THE GRAVITY OF DEPRAVITY

For whom do peacocks preen when lost from view
And Nature's bloodshot eyes, alone, can see
The vain, haphazard things they choose to do
And how they live and whom they choose to be?
Consigned, like so much flesh, to eat, to breed;
To fear both fox and hawk, beware the breach!
To sing, like wind and rain--expand, recede--
And learn to hate life's tears that seldom teach.

The world's our mirror, too--we know too well
We're seldom lost from view, unheard, unseen.
And life's voyeurs observe--unearth to tell
Of grander tails more irridescent green:
Observe, so more than watch, their senses bent
On pending falls than any fool’s ascent!

D. S. BIGGS
May 2nd & 3rd , 2010