On a spiritual hold
Borne of believers
By traditional bold,
Be of meagre ethics
Held mystic of old,
Suggests invocation,
Said for nonbeliever
Be an offer of thanks,
In words that declare
An ever sober prayer…
Hence has us wonder
If sufficient be there,
Despite mans despair
For life giving water,
And breathable air!
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!
Poetry on a Canapé 