Genesis 1: 28
The molded forms of caricatured clay
Compile in their poses behind the glass.
A blast furnace for the menagerie
Chars the chipped remains as the ashes pass.
A choking bark calls, screaming in the cage,
A cry for freedom, for civility,
But flames like whips crack with unbridled rage,
Printing burning grooves in humility.
Nature is manipulated in strain,
Trained by the strokes of simulated tricks.
The will's momentum begins to wane
And the divisive smoke grows dark and thick.
Nature is tempered, a beast to command
By beasts unable to understand.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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