EAVES

A meditation on my environment

I lay here as birds rustle in the eaves

Outside, serene stillness in the trees


Do I really want this to end

For it to all begin again


To hold myself against the fire

Of our dying world’s ashen pyre


When really

This man I think I’ve made

Struggles under the weight of all unpaid


I was told

That the greatest enemy of man is pride


And maybe

Between you and me

That enemy is I

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