the lorries flit to
and fro
collecting their
nectar from bluebells
and birds of
paradise in the Amazon
where people gather
fish and wild game
at the end of a
handmade spear
they think nothing
of the unruly world
where bombs and
hatred rule the day
they are safe in the
moment to be sure
in their garden of
Eden where dangers
result from the
violent nature around them
no fear of people,
but the wilderness
to take away the
safety net
that being unaware
provides
