thank you, Saana, for an interesting prompt tonight at #dverse we have looked at the beat generation of poets. my poem was written at work today (well started) while my mind wondered away. spontaneously taking me away from the tedious task being carried out.
Farewell to stagnating po-faced nations,
I’m going to join the stag nation.
Farewell to be stuck into the rat race’s rut,
I’m joining the rutting stags.
Farewell to the flood of greasy burger wrappers around my ankles,
I going to where the golden leaves of autumn blow.
Farewell the seasons of corrosion,
In this stagnating city of human parasites,
I’m heading for the wild country of oaks and red deer.
Enough is enough humanity,
Stagnating in your own corrosive juices,
The wilderness shall embrace me,
Like you could never embrace it.
© 04/10/2022 rog leach