THE KIND OF CREATURES WE ARE 

Strange are the creatures we are

beyond the bones that break

and the backs that bare,

striving to question our own conception

within this creation ever depleting
(and yet we all want more).
Strange are the creatures we are

beyond the fingers that fondle

and the footprints that fade,

striving to find a love completely

a comfort to cover the concrete
(that we poured on the soil ourselves).
Strange are the creatures we are

beyond the blood that feeds

and the flesh that festers,

striving to hold the stars in our hands

now that our planet we’ve pulled apart
(the greener grass of another galaxy).
Strange are the creatures we are

beyond the tongues that taste

and the eyes that envy,

striving to have all that we can hold

not thinking what we’ll leave behind
(not thinking of those we leave behind).
Strange the creatures we are

beyond the heart that hurts

and the needs not enough,

striving to stay afloat in the fear

yet laughing as we’re carried away.
Strange the creatures,

these creature we are.

 All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly 

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