Original Sin, by Darrell Wright [*POEM*]

“The brute creation suffers not from this…”
We’re quick to see in others’ eyes the splinter,
but find it hard to notice our own beam.

We smile like summer when our soul’s in winter
and say we’re fine when we would like to scream.
The brute creation suffers not from this;
a shrink is something animals don’t need.
They never hide to copulate or piss,
nor do they smile to see their neighbor bleed.

One thought to “Original Sin, by Darrell Wright [*POEM*]”

  1. A gem of a poem. Crisp and clean like the winter snow in the picture. All these poems are beautifully illustrated, the words and the pictures complementing each other perfectly.

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