by Ethel Mortenson Davis
We saw
jays
emaciated
from the drought,
crying in the desert.
I remember…
As little girls
we leaned close
to listen
to the tallest
of us
as she said,
“I know how the world will end…
Man will destroy himself.”
Jays
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fourwindowspress 
WOW.
Much to ponder here,Ethel, as we cause our own droughts and harm to such innocents as those jays!
Way cool.
Careening on our way towards it…
Ethel, the stark truth in this poem is enough to make me weep … really strong imagery that you’ve captured here. ~ Julie xox
Thank you all for these comments. Ethel
“Man will destroy himself.”
But we refuse to join in the madness. Your poem is a part of this refusal, and our grief at the results of the ignorance.
So powerful in its truth … and Jays are so proud and strong when they are healthy … if the strongest amongst us struggle to survive, what does that say for the weakest? Unfortunately, as man destroys himself so he destroys the very world that wanted only to coexist with him.