Cutting The Grub

“Death,”
said the grub,
“is always deserved
because it is the only thing
other than birth
that each living thing
is always owed
strictly by virtue
of having been born –”

but because I did not speak grub
in those days,
I took far too much satisfaction
from cutting the thing in half
with a trowel as I dug
the new bed
for the flowering onions. 

Had I known
of The Serene Acceptance,
I would have refrained from the act,
for it would not have been fun
if I had known there no resistance
there.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because it is a good day to die,
I think, this understanding
came to me unbidden,
if you can believe that,
or even hear it.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

2 responses to “Cutting The Grub

  • pearlnelson

    Having been guilty of cutting Japanese beetles in half with scissors, this poem is terrifically wonderful to me. However MR BROWN, your poems have been very dark lately. Just to let you know, your public notices and cares. Keep writing it out…

    Pearl

    • Tony Brown

      Oh, I dunno…I don’t think of this as a dark poem. I think of it as a poem about the circle of life…not a prettied up version of it, but the actual dirty workings of it.

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