by Glen Martin Fitch
If puppies know a canine God,
how can He justify
the wanton ways of man?
This world was once
the land of dinosaurs
till, suddenly,
they all became extinct
by nature
(who creates and
then ignores us all) or
by a nodding God
who blinked.
Who keeps the bees
so social in their hives?
Their age-old dance
communicates the track,
each working
to insure the clan
survives disasters and
intruders who attack.
A Group Of Drunks
all longing to connect
who pray some
higher force will intercede
to heal the wounds
of strife, abuse, neglect,
create a Power
out of human need.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011