We Desperate Few

Squished tight

in this bottle’s

neck,

~

Choking-

We get the point!

Our seed fell amongst

the thorns

we grew ourselves.

~

All druthers…

desires…

be now surrendered.

Slaves to survival,

we’ve become.

~

So much rocky ground;

many paths to extinction;

no fertile fields

in sight.

~

Insight!

~

Any hope resides

in casting our seeds widely.

Indeed;

that deed’s our duty

to our tiny tribe

in dire need

of progeny.

~

There is not time

for discrimination!

There can be

no selection.

~

We know not…

Care not…

from whom

salvation

comes.

~

We need each mutation…

Any happenstance …

A chance .

~

The least glimmer,

faintest hint of light

to stand proudly erect

within the crush of night.

One thought on “We Desperate Few

  1. I feel like this needs a bit of exposition- which of course, means it doesn’t stand alone as all good poetry should. So the impetus for this was a guestion posed by a friend; “Can you create something that expresses what life would be like if the whole world consisted of 100 people?”

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