minus perfecta
Beneath the shaded boughs of an apple tree
young lovers joined in love;
in a nearby field leverets played
while their mother dosed nearby;
not far away a vixen slept, replete,
while her cubs, they kept themselves amused;
the sky above was a perfect blue
and full of joyous tunes;
the field was strewn with new-mown hay
while colour flecked its edge.
In another place:
young girls screeched
as a razor ripped and cut;
a child with ho-hum eyes sat
mired in his soil
while fetid flies buzzed;
elsewhere other weans
suffered grooming abuse.
Beneath the shaded boughs of an apple tree
young lovers joined in love;
seeds were sown
fertile ground prepared.
Another babe
in a time to come
would be born
into a far from perfect world.