Poem of the Month January
The Turtle's Lament
The turtles swam through the blue
like it was the soup of their ancestor’s bones.
Their bike-helmet homes;
More secure than a snails.
But their wrinkled skin, their ancient
Intransience is destroyed by indifference,
and nobody laments
the undignified death of
a turtle that has seen centuries pass ,
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Stephanie Davies from Guildford, Great Britain
