Cerulean dragonflies who were nothing like
Humanity except in the myriad earthly ways
Shared by all multicellular, rapidly moving
Beings, hovered over the log-strewn pond
High in the healing clearcuts of the cedar,
Spruce, firs, hemlocks, pines. We are dying.
Awareness didn't want to kill anything. Body
Hungered to kill all kinds of things, if only
To live. Self and mind bickered over who
Was the true parasite between them
And who wanted to do all the unnecessary
Killing even body shivered to see. Humanity.
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