Dafydd Evans lives and writes around the marshes of southern Wisconsin. He is working on his next book, poems about math. This is his first poem to appear at vox poetica. We’re glad to have him.
It All Has to Go
By Dafydd Evans
I expect God to have a rummage sale soon,
Running Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Selling the stuff
We hardly use: mountains, deserts, oceans. They’re all
High maintenance, requiring melting rock, grinding plates,
Incessant wind, and the boring twice daily
Chore of tides.
He’ll stick a “Rummage” sign on the moon, slightly
Encroaching on Jupiter’s property line, and take best offers.
The Earth is like a boat, promising fun on the showroom floor.
But bring it home and the work starts. Maintenance the family doesn’t appreciate.
Your two happiest days are when you buy it and when you sell it.
Wow! I LOVE this metaphor!
Thanks for a great poem.
Jean
Welcome! Very thought-provoking poem Disturbing in how accurately it describes what a burden caring for our precious plant is to so many people who exploit her treasures, but it needs to be said…again, and again, and again. Thank you.
This is fun!