Life, Love, Nature, Poetry

Cruel at Times, But Always Beautiful

(About a 2 minute read)

Out in the darkness tonight
I hear a cough, then the screams.

Out further than my eyes
Can see in the night,
But close enough to feel
The cruelty of someone’s life
As it ends.

Cruel at times, but always beautiful,
Nature is always beautiful.

Once I was hiking
Up Barr Trail with a friend
When a streaking lion
Took down a deer
Thirty yards away,
And even before our eyes
Could properly
Get the focus of it.

I didn’t take sides
Then or later,
I didn’t take sides.
But I saw the beauty,
Saw the beauty
Of explosive death.

She, though, never went back,
Never again hiked Barr Trail,
Ever afterwards afraid
Of what she’d seen,
Or had not seen that day.

I don’t own a gun,
Don’t feel the need to kill,
But I recall the joy of it
From when I was young.

I’d rather talk with hunters
Than with sentimental souls,
So long as they don’t kill
For sport but for need.

The sentimental folks
Are good men and women,
But they don’t see
With their whole hearts
The beauty I see.
The beauty that I feel.

I’ve seen spiders
And I’ve seen flies.
And I’ve seen
The ferocity of spiders
Murdering flies.

I’ve seen with my whole heart
The ferocity of spiders
Murdering flies.

Nature even ugly is beautiful,
More beautiful sometimes
Than bearable:
Sometimes the beauty
Brings tears to your eyes.

No animal intends
The circle of life,
No one is happy
To suffer and die just
To feed a parasite,
A disease, or a lion.

That’s a myth.
A myth of someone
Who refused to look
With his whole heart
At what just is.

We were born on the savannas
Of Africa you and I,
Born between shit and piss:
Born to grow and bloom beautiful
Before we turn old and die.

Somewhere inside both of us
Is a truth that will forever live.
A truth you cannot see
Or even properly think about
With just half of your heart engaged.

But a truth that will forever live.
A truth that will always be green,
An undivided truth
Only revealed through love.

3 thoughts on “Cruel at Times, But Always Beautiful”

  1. “Somewhere inside both of us
    Is a truth that will forever live.
    A truth you cannot see
    Or even properly think about
    With just half of your heart engaged.”

    That’s a really insightful, artful passage about death and our human filter of it. Nice work, Paul.

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