Mushroom

What a commotion in the woods!

What slippery roots!

Making me slide 

On their slimy arms

Leaves are raining

Like bombs in Paris are

 

What a motion in the woods!

Crowns of trees dancing

Like a tribal ceremony

Drumming and growling

And stamping round the fire

In the ferocious wind

Coming from the attacks on France!

Children bouncing like balls

From a tree trunk to a tree branch

From the parent's arm to a friend's side!

As the earth quakes 

Under the suicidal assaults

Going on at the French court!

 

Make me a mushroom

Lurking behind a wig

Of its adjacent stump

Wearing a red hat 

Dotted with white stains

A white leg thrust into the earth

Severing the body

Of an earthworm passing by

Sorry to end your life 

Exactly in the same minute 

The strings of lives

Are cut by fanatic scissors

In France!

 

No hips no fat

Just a white chunk

And a circular plate 

On a mushroom's leg!

Is what I wanna be

No brain no vein

No blood to squeeze out

Cleansed of thought

Living on water

Living on breathing 

The wood's smell with no nose

Only with pores

No fear no attachment

Only its roots embracing

The ground's safe home

 

Make me a mushroom

Sitting in the deep tree maze

Slouched behind a sleeping flower

Tickled by an ant's toe

Scurrying in a tow

Behind its buddies its mates

I'd feel so safe!

Unlike the French 

Either playing football

Or watching a theatre's play!

And suddenly... bum bum

Shot shot and ... 

Scythe in the hand...

Hacks death in the air!

 

Let's pray for the Paris palette

Splashed with blood

Of the today´s bereaved

For the today´s deceased

On the 13th of November

Thirteenth blended with Friday

A bad omen

Amen!

 

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Wonderful write,such sadness about Paris and the troubles it's going through;} can only pray for peace in this very troubling life we live in today;

[Kate]

Thank you!!!! Yes, it's sad what is going on around the world! Unfortunately, a poem cannot help or change the situation :(