Kinder than Man by Althea Davis

And God
please let the deer
on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go someplace
with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar
and get swallowed whole.
May the mice
in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur
and full bellies.
If I am killed
for simply living,
let death be kinder
than man.

From: https://3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2024/01/thursday-poem-398.html

Date: 2023

By: Althea Davis (19??- )