A Very Mary Oliver Variation
A Golden Shovel poem from “This Morning” line: their eyes haven’t yet opened, they know nothing about the sky that’s waiting
their hatred festers
eyes squinting at all who
haven’t silver spoons
yet picked cotton, paved roads
opened new realms for all-
they believe they are supreme who
know it all yet
nothing of the sacrifice, nothing
about the blood, sweat, tears, nothing about
the faces not in their own mirrors
sky gazing faces overlooking their own wake of destruction:
that’s the toxic mindset
waiting to poison future generations
Common Threads 