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[hamkey]

Seen From Above
Wislawa Szymborska

A dead beetle lies on the path through the field.
Three pairs of legs folded neatly on its belly.
Instead of death's confusion, tidiness and order.
The horror of this sight is moderate,
its scope is strictly local, from the wheat grass to the mint.
The grief is quarantined.
The sky is blue.
To preserve our peace of mind,

Comments

[michayye]

yknow i think our tastes in poetry are super different!!

[hamkey]

i don't think it's super nice la just think it's interesting, esp since i'm quite intrigued by death now and it just happened to come up.