I think you will agree

I think you will agree

that some of these abhorrent things 

won't stay behind

won't bend

won’t soften in warm nights

with lovely flower scents

with words of love and happiness

if feardom reigns 

living limbs will march ahead

in numbers

through tunnels

lookalikes 

teeth and size 

white

red 

stomping on the lilies 

unhearing, erasing 

wrestling the occasional boar

this abhorrent things are men

or rather, mankind 

too stiff to thrive 

in windy weather

too small

too scared to change

to listen 

to bend