Oh How The Soaring Have Descended

The butterfly has forgotten the fat caterpillar –
Like the sun forgets the moon
And the day forgets the night-time,
So the tree forgets the seed
And the fly the maggot;

The rain has forgotten the thirsty sea –
Like the mountain forgets the land
And the valley forgets the melted ice,
So the beach forgets the sand
And the chicken the egg;

So the meek forget their forebears
As the turd forgets the bird.


If you've any comments on this poem, R.S.Owen would be pleased to hear from you.