bestiarium of disgrace

a bestiarium of disgrace

as we walk along beaches

and follow stonepaths

and springs in the mountains,

our minds clear up

with the changes of light

and powers of  earth

and then for the night

we tire of climbing

and talking, we

breathe and may sleep

in the rhythms of stars

for a time in arms

of another one.

if you cannot take,

if you cannot take

solace you cannot give 

dogs and cats

take and give.

what a stupid thing 

to say: there is 

no solace.

i heard this today.

it killed my flow

more than all

else said, done,

undone. i was left

in outer space, no

air, a trapdoor

straight down 

in free flight.

she laughed like

a goat, a sound

coming from stone

fields and deserts

and cold 

how we, humans,

even if in love,

even as friends,

can be our worst

enemies, this,

this is the bestiarium

of our disgrace.

instead to come

together, close,

against cold winds

and for better fate

we don't even fight

for the safer place

but for who is right

and who is wrong.

i am bored.