"Natural" Courses
"It's only nature," he says,
As he waters the vines
That slowly wrap around you
Blinding, constricting, smothering
Your ripped clothes tangled in the roots.
"Don't question what is natural," he says.
The vines continue to flourish,
And as you cease to flourish,
You question whether you are still natural.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world