A Simple Declaration of Organics
By Peter Scott
Her eyes conceal the conception
Falling hopes
Forsaken child’s birth
Floundering in the shadows
A facade for all to see
Abandoned any trail of help
Basked in misery
For deeper
Stronger
Stealthier personality
All the myriad thoughts
Convene at an apex
Apparent as text
In a book easily digested
Someone must take the plunge first
Though
Wander past the cover
To index the contents
Write the book
Page by page
In lucid extemporary verse.
