The Web Poetry Corner - Azra Daniel Francis - Beloved oxymoron.
Beloved oxymoron.
by
Azra Daniel Francis
Intelligent life?
We pride ourselves we're at its pinnacle.
All life kills life
To eat to stay alive.
Intelligent life's a cannibal!
Let's turn our telescope to our third eye
To see if we can find
Intelligence not needing to eat death in order to survive.