What Would Happen?
What would happen to a rose forbidden from sunlight
Bound into darkness alone
Withering cries that cast shadows even in the darkest of places
Desperate callings into the soils so rich and giving
Yet death comes slowly
But it comes
What would happen to a wingless dove still so desperate to fly
Freedom torn from flesh
She lives, but not in life
She is prey for the scavengers of death
She lives, but cannot fly
She watches her death come
And it comes creeping in the dark edges of life
What would happen to a whale unable to swim from shores
Beached and bound to the forces of gravity
Suffocating pressure so inescapable
She can see her life behind her
But cannot reach it
She touches the sands that irritate wounds
She touches another world
A place where she has no place
She slowly dies in the sun
Songs that echo in the pools do not sing anymore
Chords lost
And death comes
What would happen to a wildebeest that wanders away alone
To become an individual, she has to leave
But then becomes vulnerable
To the same scavengers that scream in the night
And loom in the shadows
She becomes one
One
And yes, death comes
It comes with ripping teeth and razor claws
Tearing flesh and consumption
Her organs in the bowels of a predator
Still while she screams
And she stands beyond death
But for a moment
And then she leaves
What would happen...
I know exactly what would happen...
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