We can make an eden
Or anything we wish
But at what cost?
What goes on outside
The garden walls
The greenhouses churn
The waste-heaps mount.
The sated lions laze within
Striking range of gazelles
Fat on cracked corn
This eden, this microcosm,
Lies.
20191118
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There’s always an outside to the gardens we make.
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It is so hard to bust out of the Edens we build around ourselves, unsustainable as they may be.
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It’s what’s within that we want to preserve before we face what’s beyond.
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And this microcosm is cruel and unnatural.
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Due to your brilliant line breaks and the cadence of this, “fat on cracked corn” and “lies” immediately jump out at me. So true, and so well done.
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Powerful words of truth.
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There are always those believing that their world is the gated community they never dare to leave.
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At what cost do we feast in the garden of plenty? A tough reflection for me to stomach.
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