The Din of Vitriol
©July 25th 2022, Olan L. Smith
The huntress, the hunter, and the hunted,
With all values come the pride of great apes,
Hear their cry echo in savannas, open plains,
Across great seas, they swallow the earth
Beneath their feet, shape the land to their
Beckoning, mold molecules, and slaughter
The animals they once were in fellowship
In days departed. As one they are highest,
But as tribes they quarrel, war, and crash
The clock of progress. Even within
Clans they divide, turning on each
Other out of ignorance and lack of words
To communicate their differences. Some speak
The same dispute, and war repeatedly over
Semantics. The din of the vitriol is so vulgar
The commotion is heard on neighboring stars.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
