I forgive pylons that march across fields
where once glaciers sculpted valleys,
horses plodded down stone-walled lanes
and everything travelled by hoof and foot.
I forgive the engines that puffed their smoke
into the heaviness of time with dark intention
and a constant soundtrack of stridulation
against a sky the colour of congealed blood.
I blame greed and speculation
for the blight on civilisation,
the constant pressure from those with power,
the polished boot that presses faces into mud.
Kim M. Russell, 26th February 2019
Frank is our host for this week’s poetics and he tells us that he found M. Scott Peck’s Further Along the Road Less Traveled in a used bookstore a few weeks ago. He says it’s been a challenge to read and that one of the chapters is about blame and forgiveness – our prompt for today.