One of these could drop at any time.
See how incuÂriÂously they plod ahead.
A jaguar could take them out before they knewÂ it.
And their offÂspring â€” far too many, and their cries never cease:
â€śMUM-â€‹â€‹MAY! MUM-â€‹â€‹MAY OISH-â€‹â€‹KREEM!â€ś
Surely theyâ€™ll have to let the weakÂest starve?
How dull it must be to lift each limb.
No wingĂ¨d cloak, no metal-â€‹â€‹button eyes,
No strikÂing yet pracÂtiÂcal crimÂsonÂ crown.
Weâ€™ll help them out while helpÂing ourÂselves,
Take what is good and return it to life.
Maybe this time someÂthing betÂter will come ofÂ it.
They barely see us on our wooden thrones;
At best, a glance from under curÂdled skin,
And their mumÂbled contact-â€‹â€‹call: â€śHorÂriÂble things.â€ť
Â© 2015 LauraÂ Brown
Todayâ€™s feaÂtured poem by Laura Brown is a disÂcusÂsion of the human predicaÂment, to have evolved beyond evoÂluÂtion and a criÂtique of our sociÂety. An asserÂtion that it is strange in nature that we value all human life. It comes across as an outsiderâ€™s perÂspecÂtive but we are shown that the speaker themÂselves is also inimÂitably flawed in their view because they assert pity for humans for lackÂing traits that they posÂsess, in the same way as we may pity cats for lackÂing opposÂable thumbs. Do you feel your life would be improved with a pair of metal-â€‹â€‹button eyes or a wingĂ©d cloak? Join the conÂverÂsaÂtion in the comments.