Read More: A brief interview with Claire Scott
Ode to Beetles
. . . and they shall inherit the earth
thriving for three hundred million years
to our meager two hundred thousand
our future shrinking before us
our sell by date long past &
we are starting to stink
scrabbling in the muck & mire
of melting glaciers, crispr mutations
arguing in circles without consensus
stubborn refusals, rigid insistence
looping round & round
the Mobius strips of our minds
as sweat drips off our foreheads &
drones bomb cities with a flick of a finger
while leaf, longhorn, stag & soldier beetles
adapt in a micro-minute, growing wings
longer legs, white bodies to reflect heat
while you & I my friend fret & fume & fuck & forget
assuming there will always be
an endless supply of us
soon beetles will run the world
wearing brown shirts and crisp salutes
issuing decrees from balconies
to their ever dwindling number of
subjects scurrying in circles
tunneling deeper & deeper
until we completely disappear . . .
Before
I take my higher power with a twist
each day at five pm
or sometimes 3 or 2 pm
or even 10 am […]
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Burnt Offering
even if
he knew god
would intercede
as he traipsed
up the mountain
leaning low under his
heavy load
even if
he felt god’s
breath as he built
the altar laying
stick after stick
carefully crosswise
before he lit the fire
even if
he prayed
as he held the knife […]
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Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Enzagam and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.
Read More: A brief interview with Claire Scott