Anemones

[~Sophia~]

Anemones

Humidity tangles my saltwater hair,
thick knots of the intolerant me
lashing out an admonition to a God
who like the horizon flatlined

dissecting us from a distant eden.
Only the whooping vultures fatten
on the cuttings of His image; the
fleshy scraps that fall to the floor.

Their eyes - an oasis. My eyes - mutate
in the turquoise sea, black coral reefs;
amputees swaying like anemones.

Bush-league medicine staining the
flamboyance, discreetly sweeping
indigent debris under an all-inclusive
welcome mat.

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[imthefoolonthehill]

One of the first poems I ever wrote was about sea anemones. It was in 6th grade. It rhymed anemone with sea and me and be several times. It was less complicated than this Sophia's. It also had a more limited vocabulary and a more upbeat message - namely that marine biology is awesome.

[ampoule]

My eyes are swimming as I read this. You have given me so much to look at.

[~Sophia~]

My eyes are swimming as I read this. You have given me so much to look at.

Hi Amp. My pupils dilated when I moved here too - shocked by the number of amputees. In questioning why, I learned that health care is too expensive for at least 50% of the population and amputation is the cheapest way treat serious wounds, infections etc. Prosthetics are out of the question of course. Things they never tell you in travel brochures.

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Hi Imthefoolonthehill. Thanks for reading! I don't remember a single poem I wrote in grade school and... marine biology is awesome!