“ A Snow Flake ” ~ at the bottom lies ~

 

A snow flake

At the bottom lies,

Be reason I wonder

About the others

Who first arrived,

And now held under

Manage to survive,

While on the surface

Layer upon layer

More materialize,

Thus no surprise

As scale expands

Find to hold hands,

Supporting each other

To bear the strain

They’ve need to shoulder,

When snow turns to rain…

 

Hence be brothers

Reach for druthers,

To save what’s left

Spared of corrupt,

If not in vain

From mans foul mess,  

When snow flakes turn to rain!

 

“ The Vulture ” ~ on leftover culture ~

 

I am the vulture

Who seeks to feed

On leftover culture,

Beyond man’s need

For more than ever

Be generous measures,

Egregiously squandered

Thru greedy ventures,

Producing such waste

In varied assortment

For every bird’s taste,

Hence so dissipates

Held water and air

Of once drinkable state,

And near breathable space!