the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Chris Butler - One Poem


I was born
a flower child,
but grew up
in the life of pesticides,

dying in the dirt
that once gave birth,
succumbing to the sun
that once nurtured nature,

but what happens
when the fire of
napalm pollinates palm trees
to create life?