A Performance of Poets -or- A Depression of Poets

[dustandwater]

Somewhat inspired by SweetSilverBird's A Quality of Crows.



An army of ants
moving as one in rank and file.

A glaring of cats,
affection always second to style.

A school of dolphins,
second smartest animals on Earth.

A cackle of hyenas,
laughing and screeching from birth.

A pride of lions,
heads held high, surveying their land.

A parliament of rooks,
judging us all from their towers grand.

An array of hedgehogs,
spread sadly as they are across the roads.

A pandemonium of parrots,
nattering on in nonsense prose.

A scourge of mosquitos
A murder of crows

And what of us?
A 'what?' of men?

A deceit, an attrition?
A pollution, a torment?

A plague, like insects?
An unkindness, like ravens?

A torture, a cancer,
a misfortune, a craven?

What should we call ourselves, when we're en masse?
Or should we just leave, and give the world back?

[diannet]

Hi D&W just stopped by today and read this most excellent poem. I just love how it all adds up to us...every little observation... really well done!!

Unfortunately though I believe we will give the world back when we've pretty much ruined it for all.

Great poem!

[dustandwater]

Thanks, diannet.

Glad you liked it and that you 'got' it. I wonder, which title do you prefer—or do you have a different suggestion, perhaps?

-D&W

[Brigid Briton]

Hi Karl,

It's great to see you back with this delectable dissertation. How about a "passing parade of people" or a "passel of poets"? Or do I wax way too alliterative?

I have always loved the way your mind works, and, this latest example is no exception.

Great work.

Brigid

[Fire Monkey]

Nicely written - I love the play with words. I think that what we call things often tells us a lot about us. As for what humans should be - I think it depends - often it would be good to call us a Disaster of Humans, though sometimes we could even be a Kindness ... all a question of if it's on our best day or or worst.